From his teenage years on, catching a wave was more than just a thrill for Gary Revel

By Lynn R. Parks  |  Photograph by Nick Gruber
From the August 2017 issue

feature-garyrevel Our Content - Delaware Beach Life - Results from #33When a heart attack brought that to a halt, he had to heal to surf again. But in healing, he had to share his story about being beckoned by death.

A couple years ago, Gary Revel and his son Michael loaded up their surfboards and headed from their home near Ocean View to Assateague Island, south of Ocean City, Md. Gary, who in his teens and 20s was considered by many to be the best surfer in coastal Delaware, hadn’t been out on the water in a while. But Michael had a new board and was eager to try it.

In the early days, taking a dip in the ocean was a new idea

By Michael Morgan
From the July 2017 issue

look-back Our Content - Delaware Beach Life - Results from #33Don’t stand shivering and shrinking back from the spent waves,” the Rehoboth Beacon, advised in 1876, “Walk briskly out until waist-deep and sink down until the water touches your chin.Then you are prepared for business.”

When the Rehoboth Beach Camp Meeting Association established Rehoboth as a seaside retreat in 1873, church members could escape the turmoil of the modern world and attend services in the shady grove on the west edge of town.

Very quickly, however, vacationers were drawn to the other end of town and the cooling surf.

Unfortunately, most of the early visitors to Rehoboth had never before experienced a dip in the ocean.

Nineteenth-century Americans had inherited an aversion to water from their European cousins, who associated water with a number of diseases.

Some folks went years without immersing themselves in a true bath, and many thought that the idea of jumping into the ocean for fun was idiotic.

In summer, outdoor cooking is king — and it lets you eat like one

By Pam George  |  Photograph by Scott Nathan
From the July 2017 issue

feature-bbq Our Content - Delaware Beach Life - Results from #33It doesn’t matter whether you’re taking an evening stroll down Pilottown Road in Lewes or Bunting Avenue in Fenwick Island, you’ll likely find the same tantalizing aroma wafting onto the sidewalk.

Nose tilted toward the sky, you can picture juicy steaks, their ivory frill of fat curling above the flames. You can also see plump burgers sizzling over ashy briquettes. The telltale plume of scented smoke gives it all away.

Grilling is a tradition in summer, but it’s particularly appealing at the beach, where residents and renters want to be outside whenever possible. But in coastal Sussex, barbecuing has different meanings.