It was suppose to be a skydiving adventure. A quick trip out to Long Island, up in a small plane and an even quicker trip back down to the ground. But of course the New York weather isn’t always predictable and the clouds were a good seven thousand feet too low for us to jump. So to keep from entirely wasting the drive out there and bide our time in the chance the weather cleared we drove down the road to the Wildwood bowling ally. The clouds didn’t end up lifting, but our bowling was a success.
