So - here was our dilemma. While in DC we were about an hour and a half from an unclaimed state on our now theoretical state map (we have yet to purchase a new one for the new trailer). But it was an hour and a half in the wrong direction. And if we drove there the “cool route” would add another couple hours to our overall goal of getting to Texas.
But, who cares? You aren’t reading “Boyinks4Practicality.com”. We had already detoured days our of our way to visit DC and enjoy more community time with our traveling friends the Keiters. But they were headed north to New York and we were unable to keep ignoring the tug south to our expected farm stay and warmer temps.
So after another round of goodbyes and until-next-times we left DC heading East. Or at least we trusted our compass that we were heading East because the entire region was covered in fog the likes of which would give Steven King story ideas. We crossed the Bay Bridge, unable to barter a lower rate due to the lack of a compensating view ($18!).
Our time in Delaware lasted about as long as it’s taken to you to read this blog post so far. Our road into the state was a back country road just large enough to have a state sign, but small enough that we had to wait until Virginia to find a place large enough to pull over and use the potty. While the lack of our feet actually touching the soil might keep some families from claiming the state we aren’t so picky. We inhabited Delaware air-space for a few minutes so good enough.
We continued south, preferring the route across the Chesapeake Bridge-Tunnel into Virginia Beach - being already $18 into the trip for tolls what’s another $20? Much better view and experience for your money with this one - the Bay Bridge people should really take a few notes.
Once in Virginia Beach - a place we spent some time our first year around - we decided to drive far enough to dip our toes in the Atlantic Ocean. We were on the Oregon coast in June so this way we would have done a coast-to-coast drive across the USA in one year. It was a sunny warm November day so we enjoyed a short break on the beach - long enough to be hit up by two pan-handlers if that’s any indication. Once we saw the “donation meter” posted by the beach (like a parking meter but for donations to help the homeless) we knew to not hand money to them directly.
Back on the road we put another couple solid hours in until finding a Wal-mart to boondock in. I don’t remember the name of the town. I could look back and figure it out, but..it was a Wal-mart. You can just picture it in your head. No, not a Super Wal-mart so make it a bit smaller. There you go. Now add in a few RV’s and semis. Yep, that’s the place.
We did have a gorgeous rainbow while getting prepped for the road again the next morning. It was one of the most intense I’ve seen - even becoming a double rainbow. I think the first one even repeated its colors twice. Awe-inspiring for a few minutes - long enough to attract a small paparazzi and then gone.
Back on the road the next day - it’s funny how we always say we don’t like driving more than 4 hours at a time but then again there are times where once you are hooked up and in travel mode it’s easiest to just keep truckin’. We put in another solid 8-9 hours all together with the required potty and fuel stops.
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We were road-weary but after a late lunch, some parking lot hacky-sack, and a mason jar of Coke to go we hit the road for another hour to a Camp Croft in South Carolina. There was staff and hosts on site, the park was mostly empty, and it just felt like a peaceful place in the woods to be for a few days. And - coverage. The park has mountain bike trails and is still offering kayak rentals so we’ll get some outdoor time while we are here too.
From here…we’re not 100% sure yet. I’d like to stay off the busy-as-heck interstates but there are these big mountains kind of funneling us to them. But just draw a line from here to New Orleans and we’ll be somewhere close to it.