Day 49...Cape May, New Jersey

THURSDAY, MAY 17, 2012

     When we got up the next morning, Gary started trying to bleed the air out of the fuel system but could not get it to run.  John on the boat PAVAROTTI in the slip next to us has the same type diesel as we do (Ford Lehman), so Gary asked for his advice.  John couldn’t do any better, but he had the solution. He called Bob Smith at American Diesel, the Lehman guru. His son Brian answered but he was the answer to our prayers.  Gary had the air bled out all the way to the injection pump but couldn’t get it past there.  Brian told them about a check valve on the side of the injection pump and that was the trick they needed to bleed the last bit of air out of the system.  With that little bit of information, the motor fired right off.  Thank you, thank you, thank you John and Brian.

     We decided, after showers again, to tour the town of Cape May established in 1869.  The entire town, whose dominant industry is tourism, is the Cape May Historic District.  This seaside resort is known for its large number of Victorian homes, second only in number to San Francisco.

     We started walking to town.  We took a picture so the kids could see a shark bursting out of a building.  

We crossed the bridge to town. 

     Then we stopped at Wawa to see what Brian told us about the store when we were in Virginia.  We would be back.  If you are ever in Cape May, don’t listen if the little lady in Wawa tells you to take Lafayette Street to the heart of town.  It’s really Washington Street. 

     We walked for what seemed like forever to find an ice-cream shop and they were closed.  At least I found a bakery where I bought Gary a cupcake for his birthday tomorrow.  We saw this extremely colorful house on the way back to the middle of town.

     As we were walking back to the boat, we found their pedestrian shopping area with at least four ice-cream shops; one was even a Stewarts ice-cream store.  

There was also a firehouse with bell cutouts on the side of the second story porch.   

One house had a wavy, slatted fence and cute window boxes.  

Another was decked out with pink flowers and a doll.  

There was an amazing azalea bush that I had to take a picture of.  I looked especially carefully to make sure it really was an azalea.  

The last picture was a birdhouse I thought was interesting.

     When we made it back to the boat, my feet were killing me.  Gary estimated we walked about four miles in all.  You didn’t think I could do it, did you?