Floatin' down the River

Loving all things Slovak (well, maybe not all, but a lot), we decided that it would be fun to make the trip to the Annual Slovak Festival held in Holmdel New Jersey.  One of my fellow Slovak genealogists whom I help out at the FHC had told me what a great time this festival was, so on the calendar went the mark for Sunday, Sept.26.
Since Holmdel, NJ is a few hours from home, we thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to relax this weekend, so I booked a room at the Isaac Hilliard House in Pemberton, NJ,  about an hour away from the festival.
Our adventures began in the  Pinelands in  Wharton, NJ, where Marty and I rented a double kayak and floated along the Wading river for nearly two hours.  The water was smooth, and actually rather shallow and there were several spots where one could have easily waded, as the name implies. But there were a couple of times where I worried about getting impaled by a fallen tree limb.  I realized after short time, that since I was in the front, I could not keep an eye on what Marty was actually looking at, so, after fighting off a few trees nearly in my face which resulted in some annoying comments directed towards Marty,  he finally  caught on to the fact that he needed to pay more attention.  All of the lovely photos that I found on his camera card later verified my suspicions that he was not actually paying attention to the river ahead.  Moral of the story:  sit in the back of the kayak.  
For the most part, the trip down the river was pretty relaxing.  The only wildlife that we spotted was a turtle on a  log, basking in the sun which I decided to feature as  my blog photo.

After our trip down the river, we headed to our B&B in Pemberton.  We had dinner at a lovely Italian Restaurant in New Holly.  For some added fun, we decided to attend a play at a local playhouse just a block down the street from our B&B..   The name of the Play was "All in the Timing" by David Ives, and it was a series of short one-act plays.  We had been warned that the language was strongly adult, and we were worried what awaited us, but were pleasantly surprised to find that we had heard much worse language in some movies that we had watched in the past.  In addition to the performance, you could purchase dessert and coffee at the intermission, which everyone in the small theater had opted for.  Much to our surprise the size of our dessert was humoungous, and Marty and I couldn't help but laughing at the size of it.  Everyone was handed a bag for takeout, as it appears that no one can actually finish the dessert due to the size.  That was certainly the icing on the cake, as they say.