Embrace the rejuvenating charm of the Pompton Valley Rail Trail, a haven for cyclists and wanderers alike, nestled in New Jersey's picturesque landscape. This seamless pathway invites everyone, from families with strollers to solo adventurers, to discover a tapestry of woodland beauty, vibrant meadows, and hidden gems like a colorful prayer wall and painted stones bearing messages of warmth. With its rich community spirit, this trail promises a delightful, heartwarming experience that rekindles a love for biking and nature. So seize the moment, immerse yourself in the tranquility, and let the trail guide you to uncharted joys.
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The Jersey Shore has long been an iconic escape — a place where generations flock to sun-soaked beaches, salty breezes and the timeless rhythm of waves meeting the shore. It’s a stretch of coastline that carries the scent of Coppertone and the sound of seagulls in its very soul. And while there are many beloved spots along the Shore, for me, Long Beach Island — affectionately known as LBI — has always felt like coming home.
From the very first time my tiny toes touched the sand in Surf City, something clicked. As a little girl, I visited with my family and drank in the magic of summer: mini golf at twilight, the snapping of beach towels drying on a sunny clothes line and the ritual of rinsing off in the outdoor shower as the sky turned pink. The simplicity of those early days lives in my memory like a sun-warmed Polaroid.
As a teenager, I returned — this time with my best friend’s family. We devoured books together, taking turns reading chapters (yes, we actually read "Jaws" sitting on the beach!). Our favorite lunch was English muffins smeared with peanut butter and jelly or “oodles of noodles” and summer thunderstorms became a cherished tradition. We’d sit on the porch, watching the sky crack open, wrapped in Ron Jon's hoodies and teenage dreams.
In my twenties, Ship Bottom called. The energy shifted — buzzing with beach town flirtation and freedom. We cruised the main drag, blasted music and danced our hearts out at Joe Pop’s, especially when The Nerds were on stage. Those nights shimmer in my memory like beach glass — colorful, unpredictable and absolutely treasured.
But now? Now my soul belongs to Barnegat Light. It’s quieter there, slower. The kind of place where peace seeps into your bones. I’m grateful to dear friends who welcome me into their family home, where time is gently marked by the path of the sun — rising over the dunes, painting the sky in promise; high above as I watercolor on the deck, brush in hand and breeze in my hair; and finally, setting in a blaze of color watched from the rooftop, a toast in hand and gratitude in my heart. The rhythm of the waves, the call of the gulls, the laughter shared with soul friends—this is my definition of heaven.
Places We Love to Visit on LBI:
- 🧠Barnegat Lighthouse State Park – An easy, breezy bike ride to the north end rewards you with sweeping views and a gentle climb up “Old Barney,” the historic lighthouse that has guided mariners since 1859. Take some time to thank and chat with the Park Rangers, they are a wealth of information!
- 🛍️ Peddler’s Village – A charming collection of little shops full of curiosities, antiques, handmade goods and that special something you didn’t know you needed.
- ⛳ Jen’s Links at Lighthouse Cove – This mini golf course is a work of art, beautifully landscaped with ocean views and a playful challenge for all ages.
Favorite Eats:
- 🍸 Daymark – With a modern coastal vibe, Daymark brings together delicious cocktails, local oysters and a lively atmosphere where bartenders greet you like old friends. The live music is top notch and adds just the right jooj to the energy!
- 🍔 Kubel’s – Open since 1927, this classic NJ spot has stood the test of time, serving up hearty pub fare, cold drinks and views of the bay that always invite you to linger just a little longer.
But my very favorite part?
My people.
Laughing over coffee, sharing sunset snacks on the roof, welcoming a new friend into the fold. LBI is where old memories are polished and new ones are born. It’s where I return again and again — because every grain of sand, every breeze off the bay, whispers: you are home.
