Oct 092010

I guess I’d better be careful who I pick on. In yesterday’s blog, I wrote about a fellow moving his motorhome with the awnings out and rooftop TV dish up. Yesterday morning one of our neighbors came by to tell us that she is a relatively new blog reader, and a friend of the man in the motorhome, whose name is Pete. She got a laugh out of it, and showed it to Pete, who she said also got a chuckle when he read it. I haven’t met Pete yet, but I’m glad he has a sense of humor. Otherwise he might let the air out of my tires, or worse yet, not let me pet his little dog when I finally get the courage to poke my head back outside the motorhome. 🙂

Yesterday we had to run some errands, which included picking up our mail at the local post office, and then driving into Williamsburg to make a bank deposit.

I like this area of Virginia, as long as I stay here on what they call the Middle Peninsula, but a couple of trips over to Yorktown and Williamsburg were more than enough for me. It’s just way too busy.

The George P. Coleman Memorial Bridge carries U.S. Highway 17 traffic over the York River from Gloucester County to Yorktown. I’ve been over it several times now, and it doesn’t bother me because it’s fairly low and four lanes wide.

York River bridge 2

We saw the three-masted schooner Alliance sailing out into Chesapeake Bay. The ship is based in Yorktown in the summer months, and sails the Caribbean Islands in the winter, giving passengers a once in a lifetime vacation experience.

Sailing ship 3

From Yorktown, we took the Colonial Parkway to Williamsburg. This 23 mile scenic roadway is administered by the National Park Service, and offers outstanding views of the York River. It reminded us of the slow paced Natchez Trace Parkway.

Colonial Parkway 2

York River Beach View

That all changed when we got to Williamsburg, where traffic was an absolute nightmare. There we found aggressive drivers, stop and go traffic, and everybody seemed to feel like it was a matter of honor not to allow other drivers to change lanes near them.

Somehow we managed to get into the old town section, where there were lots of tourists on foot to dodge, and their favorite game seemed to be chicken, as they stepped off the curb into traffic without ever looking to see what was coming.

Needless to say, by the time we finally got out of town, I was ready for the slower pace back here in Gloucester County. From where we were, the quickest route back was Interstate 64 eastbound, but it was at a near standstill, with traffic barely moving at all.  So we took the interstate west instead, getting off on State Highway 30 and taking it across the river to West Point. Then we followed State Highway 33 back to familiar territory. It was a few miles longer, but much more relaxed, and judging by the traffic back in the Williamsburg area, probably just as quick.

I’ll be happy to stay here at the Thousand Trails campground for the next few days, working on the new issue of the paper, away from all of the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Bad Nick wanted nothing to do with the crowds, so he stayed at the computer and wrote a new Bad Nick Blog post titled Is It Time? Check it out and leave a comment.

Thought For The Day – I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.

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  6 Responses to “Way Too Busy For Me”

  1. Another exciting bridge experience may be found on the Rt. 3 bridge across the mouth of the Rapahannock River, between the middle and northern necks. This bridge rivals the Rt. 301 bridge for excitement. I recall crossing it one winter years ago when there was construction to repair the tops of the bridge piers. There were temporary “bridges” across the top of each pier which positively took the breath away. To add to the excitement, there was icing on the roadway, providing an experience that I will never forget.

    Enjoy your fall, and travel safe.

  2. Re: Moving rig with awnings out.. I thought you didn’t like “yappy little dogs” from past blog entries? Just trying to help out Nick!

  3. You think you’d learn after writing about me getting stuck at Casa Grande.

    But, noooo!

  4. We’re in the Cape Cod area of Massachusetts where a driver honked at us because we stopped before making a right turn on red. That’s obviously not the normal thing to do here.

  5. “There we found aggressive drivers, stop and go traffic, and everybody seemed to feel like it was a matter of honor not to allow other drivers to change lanes near them.”

    I had to laugh, because I said the exact same thing when we moved here……..yes, the driving mentality in this area is to never be polite and to always try to irritate, inconvenience and harass other people. In fact, that pretty much sums up the general mentality around here. No such thing as a fair or mutually beneficial transaction, everyone is always trying to plunder everyone that they deal with.

  6. Nick, cross over to the Northern Neck..the pace is even slower and the shoreline even prettier! Plus, you’ll have a special place to stay on the rivah right where Captain John Smith sailed ashore. Come back for a visit and linger a little longer. But you will have to drive over that bridge at White Stone! 🙂 Hugs and enjoy VA! 🙂

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