Ferry Ride from Cape May to Delaware

We checked out of the hotel and drove to the pier. It was a windy day, but it was still great to be at the coast and not at work. Once you go all the way down to the coast to Cape May, you would have to drive up and over to get to Delaware. So we took a ferry. We were on our way to Virginia Beach. It was a spur of the moment thing. I wanted to see my friend Glenda. But I will get back to her soon.
This ferry is pretty big, even motor homes were lined up to board. Once we drove on to the ferry, we went upstairs and found a table. The ferry ride is approximately one hour. My husband went to the bar and got 2 Bloody Mary's. I went to the gift shop to get a deck of cards. We started playing and I took a sip of my drink and I was totally surprised. The Bloody Mary was really good. I have only had one better than this one that no other bar has been able to surpass and that was in Altoona, Pennsylvania at the Blairmont Country Club when my brother in law got married. So when we were ready to order the 2nd Bloody Mary, I went to get it so that I could see how the bartender prepared it. I was a bartender and I love to see how cocktails are prepared by fellow bartenders.
Now I debated whether I should share the recipe or not because my dream is to open a bar along with my husband. And having a great Bloody Mary recipe is key to attract customers for brunch. But being the softy that I am, I will give you at least the ingredients, but you need to experiment and make it your own.
So here you go:
Worchestershire Sauce
Tobasco sauce (optional)
Pepper
Triple Sec
Rose's Lime Juice
Vodka (Pepper Vodka if you like spicy)
Bloody Mary Mix of your choice.
You can either make them individually or a pitcher full.
Garnish with a wedge of lime and a celery stalk.

The country club Bloody Mary's had other garnishes that were so surprising, but those I am not sharing those. You will just have to come to our bar some day.

Now what made the ferry ride real fun was all the rocking and rolling. The day was gray and gloomy and with a lot of wind. This ferry does not have the stabilizers like a cruise ship. If you get motion sickness, my heart goes out to you. Going to the restroom was an adventure. Every stall has handle bars. My husband told me that even the urinals have a handle bar. The guys can't use 2 hands. Too funny. The captain tells you to leave your car without an alarm because with all the rolling, the alarms are constantly going off.


What I hadn't noticed since we were one of the first one's on the ferry, was a whole row of motorcycles. When we went back to our car to prepare to disembark I was floored. They were awesome. All shapes and sizes. Harley's and custom made. I had seen a few folks in leather, but there were a whole lot more. There was a tricycle that attracted my attention. It was custom made for the owner. We talked to the owner and I asked him if I could take a picture of his bike. He said that I could even get on it to get a picture. Now normally I hate to have my picture taken, but I did just for the bike, but I am not posting it here.

Once we were in our car, all the bikers were standing around and they turned on their radios synchronized to a rock n' roll station. It gave me the chills. I WAS JEALOUS!! They seemed so happy. It was not your typical kick-butt riding group. They were firefighters and police officers and from other professions. I asked them where they were headed. One of the guys said they were going to Bike Week at Ocean City, Maryland. And then, they turned on the bikes, ALL OF THEM. The rumble was amazing. My husband has always talked about owning a bike. Now I can see myself holding on to my hubby with a cool pink helmet and riding into the USA horizon.


Our next destination was Virginia Beach. I wanted to visit my dear friend Glenda. This was a spur of the moment decision. There are certain people you meet in life and they leave an indelible mark on you and Glenda is one of those people. We met attending a church over 20 years ago. It seems like it was just yesterday. I hate to say it, but I don't remember how we started being friends, but I thank God we did. There are times we have lost touch with each other, but she has always been in my heart.


What I didn't know was that to get to Virginia Beach from the direction we were coming from, you have to cross the Chesapeake Bridge Tunnel to get there. EVERY, and I mean EVERY American has to cross the Bridge Tunnel at least once. WOW, that is the only word to describe it, WOW. I think it ranks up there as a wonder of this country.


Next story - crossing the Chesapeake Bridge Tunnel.