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Beetle has given up on her afternoon naps. What once were three peaceful hours each afternoon are full of a two-year old running around the house. With Gert pregnant again, Beetle tires her mommy out. What is one to do when the wife needs a nap? You got it, go dashing!

So, I strapped the little girl in the car and headed toward Strathmere. The town is one of those nothing towns at the shore barely visible b4 one blinks and is in another town.

On the way down as we approached Tuckahoe, the absence of singing, calls for the Wiggles, and other noise caused me to look in the rearview mirror. Sure enough, Beetle had nodded off.

I think the area of the dashpoint isn’t Strathmere but perhaps Ocean View. Anyhow, the area has grown up and there is now a development as one approaches Rt. 9. I turned in and made a left onto Cole Avenue. That forms a T with Belcroft. I turned right on it and immediately passed the house I wanted as the Meridian signaled I had arrived. I did the dashers’ turnaround at the next intersection and came back to the gray house with pinkish-red shutters. The coordinates were slightly on the lawn near the driveway. I pulled up to the area between that house and the one on the T with Cole to take a photograph. Gert has warned me about taking photographs of other people’s homes enough. :)

Beetle was still sacked out.

I was running on fumes at this point so I took the first gasoline I saw. I only put enough in to get home as being at the shore means I paid more than the $2.73 back home.

Driving back to Tuckahoe, Beetle awoke and seemed like she was ready to play. We found a playground next to the Railroad Museum. There’s a micro hidden there that I had struck out on once before. I used my daughter as a guise to re-hunt this thing.

But the equipment was more fun than looking for a cache. Beetle began scaling the climbing wall-type part of the playground. I have never seen her climb before and was just stunned. She kept calling for Daddy to join her. I obliged and went down the big slide over and over as Beetle cackled. Children grow so fast.

After this fun, we pushed off for home once again. We stopped for a roadside cache that we drive by all the time but never seek. Out of nowhere a few months ago, a tree stump began to be decorated. Travelers have added to the sculpture. It is quite a site. Then someone dropped a cache here. Ah, why not? It was a good excuse for a few photographs.

With tummies grumbling, we shoved off for the last time and arrived home to find out Gert had nary a minute’s sleep. So much for clearing the house to allow her to sleep.

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