Still heading South

Thanksgiving and Black Friday


We left Washington in the rain – it had rained for about 24 hours so, with a soggy squelch the holding tanks were emptied and we bid farewell to the Cherry Hill campsite. It had been a good spot, though very frustrating on the internet front. We had 1/2hr free each day… we never realised how time consuming checking e mails and uploading blogs could be. It was Thanksgiving day so we didn’t expect much traffic on the roads as everyone should have been round at grandma’s house stuffing themselves with turkey and pumpkin pie. As we skirted the north east of Washington we obviously caught a number of people who had decided to leave their travel home to the last minute – the queue to the Annapolis Bay bridge crawled along for half an hour to cover the last mile, even though the road opened up to 11 lanes at the toll. Bit of a fight to get through as everyone decided to change lanes. I just kept going and once through the toll booth it all seemed to calm down a bit as we rose up over the top end of the Chesapeake waterway. Betsy just kept taking pictures to take her mind off being so high up over the water, I just kept the bus between the lane lines and aimed for the end (even though the end didn’t come into sight for at least 10 minutes) At least there was a break in the rain whilst we went over. It was then a grey, trek on south out of Maryland and on into Virginia – tobacco country. The first thing about this flat open land that caught my eye were a number of eagles soaring overhead. In all we covered 213 miles on our journey to the Cherrystone campsite at Cape Charles, close to the southern tip of this peninsular. We pulled into the site at about 4:30pm but as it was so cloudy and dismal it seemed like the middle of the night. I was glad the site was nearly empty as we un-hitched the toad so that I could reverse into my first “reverse into” site! No mishaps – Betsy with the walkie talkie giving directions at the back must have made it all look very professional – maybe there should have been some other people around after all. We’re getting the hang of this RV lark and making mental notes of things to remember as we go along. Hey, after all that driving we went for a drive in the toad to look at Cape Charles town – not to worry – all closed – Thanksgiving day! We managed to dodge the deer on the return trip too.

Friday morning, a look around the campsite before leaving showed us how nice it must be on a sunny day and without the floods – see pic’s, right on the coast.

Friday is called “Black Friday” all the big stores have started their sales and it is supposedly the day their balance sheets go from red to black.

As we turned south to cover the last few miles to the next big bridge – the Chesapeake Bay (17 miles in total with two tunnels in the middle) I could tell Betsy was getting the collywobbles as the camera came out again. This time no queues and after paying our $28 toll it was off and up onto the bridge where you couldn’t even see the other coastline let alone the end of the bridge. Not to worry it soon lowered down to a comfortable height above the waves and we began to enjoy the ride. All was well for me until the two lanes that we had on our southbound bridge narrowed to one then narrowed some more until it felt that the bus nearly filled the gap between those two magic lines I try to keep between. Then we delved into the first of two, one mile long tunnels with an equally narrow lane for traffic coming the other way! Fine ‘til you meet one of those massive all American trucks – luckily each time the magic lane lines worked and kept us apart – just. Equally amazing is the fact that we splurted out into the daylight without scraping either side of the bus and wing mirrors still attached, though palms were a bit clammy! Problem is I now knew what to expect and there was another tunnel coming up! Hey – Childs play… The traffic on the other side, as we skirted the town of Norfolk was a bit of a relief. I think the entire population was out trying to help the stores make that Black Friday turnaround in their fortunes.

The rest of this lovely sunny day we made good miles down to Rocky Ridge, a tranquil campsite near the town of Wilson, North Carolina. It has been interesting to see the fields change from tobacco to the cotton and peanuts of the Carolina’s but ever present are those soaring eagles up above. The southern drawl is noticeable too, but everyone we have spoken to so far has been very friendly and helpful. This certainly is an adventure we have embarked upon and I think now, as it seems the weather is improving, we shall start to take time to look around.


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