Long Beach Island (aka LBI) has been attracting visitors since the late 17th Century. To the northern end, Barnegat Inlet was actually a whaling center in the early part of the 18th Century. It wasn't until late the following hundred years that a railroad bridge was constructed across Barnegat Bay, permitting the Tuckerton Railroad to run a line down to Beach Haven, which was then leased to the Pensylvania Railroad, that saw the opportunity to transport Philadelphia tourists out to the New Jersey beaches that until then remained quite remote.
Business was good until the early 20th Century, when a series of publicized shark attacks and big storms washed out the tracks and flooded the few hotels that had been erected. By 1923 LBI was almost deserted again. In 1962, the Ash Wednesday Storm cut the island in two at its narrowest point in Harvey Cedars. Attempts to construct a bridge for newly popular automobile traffic took place in the 1940s and 50s, but they too were washed away, until a higher causeway was finally constructed in the late 50s, which was used until fairly recently when a new higher, stronger causeway was built starting in the 1990s, and still being finished/repaired today.
But, if you like your beach days to be hazy, lazy and timeless, LBI has a lot to offer. Especially south of the causeway, through Ship Bottom, Long Beach Township and Beach Haven, the atmosphere if full blown summer vacation all the time. When I smell the ocean air on approaching the causeway, my mind shifts to a quieter place. The eight mile drive down to the commercial zone in Beach Haven is long enough to make me feel like I am on the Route A1A down to the Florida Keys. The sun is brighter, the sand constantly underfoot and collecting in corners. Everyone lives in beach garb and floppies. People watching is a full blown (often revealing) occupation.
When I had a home in Beach Haven (Jeffries Avenue), I was here almost every weekend in good weather. From Friday afternoon, until Sunday night, I felt relaxed and adrift on a peaceful sea. I would not believe I was only 60 miles from Philly and 100 from New York. It felt more like a 1,000. The beaches have returned to broad expanses since Hurricane Sandy wreaked havoc and destruction. The dunes (some reconstructed) protecting peace of mind as well as homes.
Walking the mile or so into town for breakfast was a daily occurrence. The afternoon happy hour at several interesting bars and restaurants, especially those right overlooking the beach, were the perfect place to witness the end of the day. Those others facing the western bay, a wonderful spot to settle down with the sunset.
My recent visit on Father's Day was a trip down a sandy, bleached out Memory Lane. If anything, LBI has gotten better, with lots of reconstruction and new enterprises everywhere along the boulevard. The beach wasn't too crowded, and we were able to spread out blankets, towels, lowboy chairs and umbrellas, and just melt into the sand, when not strolling the surfside.
Squinting through dark sunglasses along the waterfront could have been Key West or a sunny beach in So Cal.
Long Beach Island remains a magical place where dreaming is easy, day and night. read more