Okay, I’ll be honest, I sniveled a bunch! But most of it wasn’t out loud. I think that’s an improvement.
We left the Hershey Thousand Trails Preserve yesterday morning, stopped for fuel, and then headed south toward the Harbor View Outdoor World Resort in Colonial Beach, Virginia, a distance of about 200 miles. It wasn’t the easiest trip we’ve ever made.
One of the employees at Harbor View had called Greg White a couple of days before, telling him not to follow his GPS and giving him directions. Somewhere between Baltimore and Washington we got off track a couple of times, and then got hung up in a major traffic jam caused by a car that had flipped over onto its roof. But eventually we managed to get onto US Highway 301, where we had to get through several miles of stop and go traffic.
I had been dreading crossing the Governor Harry Nice bridge over the Potomac River between Maryland and Virginia, and all the way down I vacillated between trying to drive over it, or having Miss Terry take the wheel. I had about convinced myself I could do it, but about 15 miles from the bridge we stopped for a potty break, and Terry told me it was now or never if I wanted to change seats. And I decided that the whole world already knows I’m a sniveling wimp, so what did I have to prove? I asked her to drive.
And I’m glad I did! The Astoria-Megler bridge over the Columbia River scares the hell out of me. The Mackinac Bridge between Michigan’s Upper and Lower Peninsula gives me nightmares. But that bridge yesterday absolutely terrified me! It is very narrow, two lanes wide, very high, and the walls on the sides are not high enough. I closed my eyes when we left the toll booth ($12 for our two axle Winnebago motorhome towing our Ford Explorer), but peeked quickly a couple of times and almost had a coronary! Never again! I’ll gladly go 50 miles out of my way and drive the Washington Beltway to avoid that bridge if we ever make the same trip again!
I wonder if this helps people cope? I don’t drink or do any kind of drugs, but I’d have said yes to anything that would have made the trip easier yesterday.
Fortunately, I didn’t need any of that, because I am married to an incredibly brave and competent woman, and Terry did a fine job. A lady on Facebook said Terry was a better woman than her. Yeah, and she’s a better man than me, too!
After we crossed the Potomac, it was another 25 miles or so to the campground. We got a pretty level, back-in 50-amp full hookup site, and though the campground has lot of trees, we were able to get our rooftop TV dish to lock onto the Dish Network satellites with no problem. The one thing we don’t have here is decent Verizon service. Even with our Wilson rooftop antenna and signal booster, our MiFi won’t work at all, and our old 3G modem has a shaky two bars of very slow service. It was slow in Hershey and it’s even worse here.
By the time we were parked and hooked up, we were all famished. So we jumped in the Explorer and drove about 10 miles back to Colonial Beach for an excellent seafood dinner at Dockside Restaurant. This one definitely goes in our Favorite Restaurants guide!
It was dark by the time we finished eating, so Terry drove home, and we got a good lesson in why you should never trust your GPS. Our Garmin took us onto a side road, and then a narrower side road, and then a dirt road. We were laughing about it steering us right into Chesapeake Bay as we bounced from pothole to pothole, but we weren’t worried because we have four wheel drive and the road was dry and had houses all along it. And then we came to the sign that said Road Closed and what was left of an old dam or bridge! We all completely broke up at that sight!
Fortunately, I was able to get enough of a signal on my Droid Razr Maxx to use its GPS feature, which took us back to the highway and home without further incident. It is supposed to be cold and rainy today, so we’re going to stay close to home. I want to get started on my new book, and Terry never seems to stop, so I know she’ll keep busy. And there was a rumor of some of her hot, delicious peanut butter cookies if I’m a very good boy. For that kind of treat, I think I can behave for a while.
Thought For The Day – The only time I open my mouth is to change feet.