We are spending the month of October hanging around D.C. We have family in the area - My brother Don and his wife Sue, their sons Ross and Jim, and their wives and kids. Ross has a big Halloween party every year that we want to attend, so we will take off for Cleveland around 11/1.
The campgrounds around D.C. are about $40 per night. Nan found one that charges a weekly rate of $120. It’s about 75 miles from D.C., and an hour from my brother’s house. The only downside is some of the campers are low-to-moderate income residents. One night the husband and wife two sites over got into an argument and a glass window was broken. The next day the Sheriff was evicting a homeless man who was invited into a tent occupied by some woman. A couple of days later she invited him back so management kicked them both out. I was oblivious to all of this. We’ve had no problems and everyone we’ve talked to has been very nice.
On 10/16 I went with Don, Ross, Jim, and Jim’s 3 year old son Alex to Ross’s beach house in Ocean City, MD. It’s on a canal about 30 seconds from Chesapeake Bay. Included is a picture of their canal. Ross has 2 jet skis, so he and I went in the rain and cold for a ride in the bay. There is a picture of me before the ride. I know what you are thinking ladies, but forget it. My heart and body belong to Nan. The temp was probably in the mid 40's. The cruise on the canal was nice. Then I gave it the gas and flew like the wind into the bay. The raindrops were peppering my face, my sweatshirt was blowing in the wind, and when I glanced at the speedometer it said I hit warp speed of 15 MPH. Luckily Ross told me later that the speedo was broken and I was probably doing around 35 to 40 MPH. It was rough in the bay and the waves started crashing into me. I noticed I was taking a lot of quick shallow breathes when that happened. I wondered what would happen if I fell off the ski into the cold water, so I suggested that we go into calmer seas. I was sure my blood nephew would take whatever steps were necessary to save my life, but when I looked around he was just a dot on the horizon heading for protected waters. I followed him on my ski but because it was rough I was going about the same speed as a pony ride. When I finally got into protected waters I was able to really open it up and put a smile on my face. I found that one advantage of riding a jet ski in the rain is when the bugs hit your teeth they are quickly washed off.
The campgrounds around D.C. are about $40 per night. Nan found one that charges a weekly rate of $120. It’s about 75 miles from D.C., and an hour from my brother’s house. The only downside is some of the campers are low-to-moderate income residents. One night the husband and wife two sites over got into an argument and a glass window was broken. The next day the Sheriff was evicting a homeless man who was invited into a tent occupied by some woman. A couple of days later she invited him back so management kicked them both out. I was oblivious to all of this. We’ve had no problems and everyone we’ve talked to has been very nice.
On 10/16 I went with Don, Ross, Jim, and Jim’s 3 year old son Alex to Ross’s beach house in Ocean City, MD. It’s on a canal about 30 seconds from Chesapeake Bay. Included is a picture of their canal. Ross has 2 jet skis, so he and I went in the rain and cold for a ride in the bay. There is a picture of me before the ride. I know what you are thinking ladies, but forget it. My heart and body belong to Nan. The temp was probably in the mid 40's. The cruise on the canal was nice. Then I gave it the gas and flew like the wind into the bay. The raindrops were peppering my face, my sweatshirt was blowing in the wind, and when I glanced at the speedometer it said I hit warp speed of 15 MPH. Luckily Ross told me later that the speedo was broken and I was probably doing around 35 to 40 MPH. It was rough in the bay and the waves started crashing into me. I noticed I was taking a lot of quick shallow breathes when that happened. I wondered what would happen if I fell off the ski into the cold water, so I suggested that we go into calmer seas. I was sure my blood nephew would take whatever steps were necessary to save my life, but when I looked around he was just a dot on the horizon heading for protected waters. I followed him on my ski but because it was rough I was going about the same speed as a pony ride. When I finally got into protected waters I was able to really open it up and put a smile on my face. I found that one advantage of riding a jet ski in the rain is when the bugs hit your teeth they are quickly washed off.
Later that day we went to see the Corvette parade on the boardwalk that was scheduled for that weekend. About 600 Vette owners signed up for the parade. Not sure how many showed up in the rain, but there were plenty. After the parade, Alex begged us to take him to Hooters Restaurant, so we finally gave in. Our waitress mentioned that she wanted to move out of the area. Ross told her that I was living in an RV and traveling the country and maybe she could go with me. When she responded that sounded like a good idea. I told her it was OK with me if it was OK with my wife. The waitress was still willing, but don’t expect to see any of her pictures in our future travels. Nan’s such a prude sometimes.
Love your post, Tom. We have a jetski, so I can appreciate that ride. Tell Nan we said hi. We were in the Phaeton across the road from you at Elkhart Campground. We had the white Scottie, Neal.
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