The boardwalk is a different place in winter.
The usual joggers and bike riders stay home. They stay home in another city. The city streets are lined with beach houses with realtor signs out front and the countless motels are all closed. The amusement parks are all locked and the Ferris wheel looked frozen and rusted.
I parked in one of many open spaces next to “the Ocean Gallery.” The outside of which, sports claims of celebrity visits, cheap art, and an impressively large Michael Jackson memorial. Out front are palm trees lamenting that they weren’t planted in a tropical clime, the boardwalk, and rows and rows of comfortable benches; all of which face the store fronts and not the beach.
I have been known to make midwinter polar bear plunges into the ocean… in South Carolina, I did no such thing in Maryland.