Lemmings by the Sea

Saturday, March 14, 2009

We set out early in the direction of Spring Lake, a vague idea of a getaway day in mind—Victorian and quaint, we thought. Boutiquey and proper. The roads were nearly empty, smooth as silk. The car was fleet. I tried to keep my acceleration action as close to legal as possible.

We came in on a road that wasn't precisely on the map. We saw nothing, then we saw hundreds. People dressed in Elk ears and red capes and Santa Claus bikinis. An ambulance crew holding towels. "What's going on?" I asked one guy. "Five minutes of crazy," he said, and by now the ambling hundreds were massing along the beach. They were walking straight to the water's edge and summoning their wits and courage.

"I'm checking this one off my bucket list," one woman in a gray tee-shirt told me.

"I guess so," I said.

"I don't even have a bucket list," she said.

"Well now you do," I said.

A pirate with a sword charged before the shivering crowds. A man hoisted his flag and pointed waterward. Someone with a trojan's hat screamed bloody trojan somethings. And then on the count of three, the massed hundreds lemminged themselves. Dove into the ocean froth and came up screaming harder. It was 39 degrees outside. The ocean temp? Well, you've got me.

This didn't seem like Spring Lake. Was this Spring Lake? I asked my husband. I asked my son. They shrugged. We didn't know, but it didn't matter, because suddenly, instead of going off in pursuit of our boutiques, we got back in the car and drove north. Drove straight through, to Asbury Park and Bruce Springsteen country, where we finished out the day in our own kind of crazy.

We take our son back to the bus that will take him back to his college tomorrow morning. It's been a whipping, wild week. I think I'm talked out. I know I'm thought out. This blog may be quiet, thus, tomorrow.

13 comments:

Maya Ganesan said...

What a beautiful post. I'll be waiting.

Melissa said...

We celebrated our 4th anniversary (way back in 1997) with a couple days at a Spring Lake B&B. Hopefully you'll get back there sometime - sans the lemmings. (My guess is that it was the Polar Bear Plunge or some other fundraising event ... better them than me!)

Sherrie Petersen said...

How funny -- I thought people only did that on New Year's Day! Hope you enjoyed the rest of the weekend with your son :^)

A Woman Of No Importance said...

Cool locations Beth = Hope you enjoyed the time spent with your darling son! x

Priya said...

Wow. I've never heard of anyplace like that before. It must be quite an experience to go there during "five minutes of crazy."

Becca said...

Well, how crazy was that? And not quite the atmosphere you needed after your wild week.

Enjoy some quiet time today :)

Lenore Appelhans said...

The Bucket List movie made me cry on the plane.

I don't go to Greece until late April :) And there is only one of me, don't worry!

Anonymous said...

I love the feeling of movement in that photo.

Em said...

How strange...and fun that you happened upon the scene. :)

Beth Kephart said...

I wish you all could have born witness to five minutes of crazy. It was grand and liberating. It was seeing people triumph, in a very funny way.

Anna Lefler said...

You know, after encountering an event like that, I think I'd be speechless for a day, too. :^)

I'm just imagining the three of you standing there having stumbled on this scene and it's making me grin.

XO

A.

T O'Grady said...

It is one of my most favorite times living at the Shore, the Polar Bear Plunge...people diving into the water with abandon, some are so righteous about it too as though they deserve to do this! I watch it every year and I sometimes think...Hey, these people are mine. I am one of them.

Beth Kephart said...

T, I love that you commented here.

A little bit of crazy—that's all of us, or should be.

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