Barnegat Bay, New Jersey
I grew up spending my summers “down the shore” aboard my dad’s 23-foot Sea Ray, cruising Barnegat Bay. Whether it be dropping anchor at Tice’s Shoal, cruising the many lagoons that line the bay’s banks, or tying up at a waterside eatery, the place has always felt like home to me. Yeah, it isn’t Cabo San Lucas or the Med, but the bay has a charm all its own. If you don’t believe me, go see for yourself. And don’t be intimidated by the charts telling you the water is skinny north of the Route 37 bridge, there’s plenty of water in the channel—and even if you do touch ground, almost the entire bay has a mud bottom. You’ll be fine. One thing though, if you don’t like cruising the Garden State, don’t bother telling me about it. Nobody from Jersey ever cares about what someone from outside Jersey thinks about the state anyway.