Now this is more like it! Newport News Park Campground turned out to be a very pleasant surprise: just off I-64 past the naval base, a peaceful oasis of woods and water on the Lee Hall Reservoir. The trees are just showing a delicate fringe of new leaves, and birds abound. I am sorry we will only be here overnight—there are lots of trails and many historic sites. I will content myself with visiting Colonial Williamsburg tomorrow, on my way toward Richmond and Lake Anna.

Kiptopeke did turn out to have more redeeming qualities, as expected, once I got out of the campground. The pups and I walked through a lovely woodland trail to the bay and a fishing pier, where this sight greeted us:

Concrete boats! (who knew?) A result of steel shortages during WWII, they were used mostly as supplies transport during the war. These are permanently moored ”as a breakwater for the ferry system,” according to the sign on the pier. They have also become a habitat for lots of marine life, including hundreds of brown pelicans.

Russ has rearranged his bags (read: unloaded to Nancy’s car), and is now traveling lighter. I think he is finally wrapping his mind around this gargantuan undertaking. Tomorrow he leaves Yorktown on the Adventure Cycling route westward.

CK texted me on Friday—could they stay at my campsite if they detoured to Assateague? Strong winds were making it hard for them to make the mileage they’d planned on. They showed up just in time for me to make them a home-made dinner, which was much appreciated. Next morning, they were up early, to make (hopefully) 65+ miles that day.

I made one more loop of the marsh trail with my binoculars, hoping to see what I thought were eared grebes again (no luck), then packed up to head to Kiptopeke State Park, just north of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel. That was when I discovered that my camper’s drivers side fender was broken. No idea how it happened. Luckily, a neighbor had some duct tape on hand, so the fender is secure until I can get a replacement.

My last look at the mother and baby that had wandered through my campground several times. Awww!

The rest of the day turned out to be adventurous, if not picturesque. I was just feeling peckish when what did I see but THE GREAT MACHIPONGO CLAM SHACK. And the food (all fried, of course) was oh so delicious! If you’re ever in Nassawadox, VA, check it out.

Back on the road, I thought I’d check out the Barrier Islands Center and Machipongo Almshouse Museum—an interesting, if somewhat disjointed historical site. Not what i was expecting. Apparently, the ”culture” of the Virginia barrier islands consisted promarily of their history as hunting clubs and resort hotels for white people.

Back in the car, I discovered the dogs had ripped open and consumed an entire bag of peanut butter flavored treats. Let out, Moe guzzled water and then proceeded to disgorge all of his plundered treats. Scooby seems unfazed, probably because Moe didn’t let him have any.

Kiptopeke State Park is NOT my idea of a great campground—it’s row after row of closely-spaced RV sites in a flat, nearly treeless field, and I am smack in the middle of it, right between the family with several screaming children and the two neighboring RVs whose dogs keep getting into fights. To be fair, it does have some good features, the best of which is HOT SHOWERS IN A HEATED BATHHOUSE. I headed straight for that, after 4 days without bathing. I do find it ironic that, now that I have a water hookup and hot water, I don’t need it.

Oh, and one last exciting thing: I, ever the sucker for a cute dog, was meeting a neighbor’s boxer puppy. I bent down, her head came up, and now I have a hole in my lip. I’m hoping it will stop bleeding soon.

Tomorrow we will check out the many trails around Kiptopeke, and then we will have more positive things to say about this place (I hope).

All the way down, I said ”I better see ponies!” And…..

But maybe I should start at the beginning:

Russ and CK decided to scale back the first day’s riding, given that it was 28 degrees out and threatening rain. So an early start, to drive an hour south to Woodland Beach, DE, where Erin and I saw the boys off.

And a good thing, too, because Russ immediately discovered that his helmet strap catch was broken. Got the spare helmet out of my car. Half an hour later, I had just reached the entrance to Bombay Hook Wildlife Refuge when I got a call from CK. Russ’s tire had a cut in the sidewall. Could I come back with the spare? Thank goodness they at least made it across the causeway to Woodland Beach, because by that time the tide had come in and the road was under water until the tide went out again.

By the time all was fixed, I decided to head straight for Assateague and save Bombay Hook for another trip. (I have been there, and highly recommend it.) Made it to Assateague about 2:30, found my campsite, and was greeted by this:

PONIES!!! This little fellow is the second foal born on Assateague this year, and he’s only three days old. Ain’t he cute? His mom is Autumn Glory, and his dad (not shown) is Assateague Phoenix (who knew they name the horses?) My neighbor had to wait to get back to his tent, because the colt decided to take a nap in the sun right in the middle of his site. You are NOT allowed to approach the horses, even if they are blocking your campsite!

Woke up Thursday to warmer weather (finally), and a fierce wind. Glad I chose the bayside, and not the oceanside, campground! Will post more pictures when I manage to find wifi.

Oh, P.S.: Surprise—there are cacti on Assateague! Poor Scooby found out the hard way. 🤕

We hoped for spring-like weather to start our trip. We got a snow squall instead. Actually, we got several—all the way to DE and our friends’ house in Newark. We arrived tired, frazzled, and late, to a wonderfully warm welcome and delicious hot soup.

At least it LOOKS like spring, even if it’s 30 degrees out:

What a beautiful setting! That is all state park land behind their yard. We took a chilly walk with the dogs the next morning, enchanted by all the bird life. I’m off to Reading, PA to leave our cat with my brother and sister (big thanks to Jeff and Sue for taking Inky for SIX MONTHS), but will be back in DE Tuesday, to get ready for THE BIG SENDOFF on Weds.

I thought you’d like to see the planned route. We head west across the mid-states, but our eastbound journey follows the northern states.

For my church peeps: I drew the map wrong! Maybe Wendy (or someone) can re-trace the section from Pueblo, CO to Oregon. I completely forgot that we headed that far north before dropping back into Oregon.

All told, we will travel some 10,000 miles on this trip. And remember, Russ is doing it on his bicycle!

Russ is in full preparation mode, and spinning with ideas. This morning, I asked him how he planned to bring his bacon grease (the only thing he cooks his eggs in). His response?

MY NEW TOWING VEHICLE!

He thinks it will have all kinds of advantages—constant refrigerator/freezer, money making opportunities, even road tunes. (I know you’re all humming that jingle.)

Not really, lol. I’ll stick with the Outback, thanks.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone! it may not look like it here in snowy western Mass., but there is only two weeks to go before the start of the Tentist and the Teapot Tour.

One thing I wanted to do was to recover the original upholstery in my camper, to preserve the original upholstery and to better hide dog paw prints.

Before and after:

You’ll notice also that we moved the table to the side. This is a much more convenient location, as I won’t have to remove the table every time I go to bed, and because the table can now be swung around to make an extra food prep surface when I’m cooking.