1 new state today: Delaware AND Wash. DC
I set my alarm for 5AM so I could get up and out of the Yogi Bear Campground ASAP! Of course, I wanted to go by the tent of the guy that let out the “rebel yell” till midnight, ride circles around his tent or something, but I exercised some restraint… I packed up in the dark, and after checking the weather online, pulled out and headed to breakfast. I ate at the same little place I had dinner (trout) at the night before. I really need to start fixing my own meals, as I’d save a bunch of $$$.
One of the guys in the restaurant, a Dr. from Lancaster, PA came over and started talking about his bike trips, etc. He’s a general surgeon, a pilot, a skydiver. He did share some good info on the Dry Tortugas. Another local there shared some info about DC and driving in and around it.
I left breakfast at 8 and headed to Front Royal to ship another load of brochures, maps and souvenirs home. But then I got there and they don’t open till 11AM, so it’s onward to DC for me! I took note of the US route #s for the trip through DC, but I failed to write down the corresponding street names, and I would need them. The traffic into DC on this Saturday morning was not nearly as bad as I was geared up for. I had to detour at least twice in downtown DC and that got me off US 50 and turned around. I went round and round, for nearly an hour as there is NO place to park, until finally the police got involved. In this security conscious place, in this day and age, I guess a guy pulling a trailer on a motorcycle around all the different government buildings for OVER AN HOUR, just might draw some suspicion. One of the many times I pulled up to Constitution Ave., I noticed 3 police cars across the intersection. I hadn’t any more pulled up to the crosswalk line at the red light, when one of them hit his lights AND siren and began to proceed across the intersection, through the cross traffic and pulled up right along beside me. “Wow…what is this?” I wondered.
With a half exasperated and half suspicious tone, he asked “Do you know what you’re doing?” “Trying to find US 50 to get out of DC” I replied. He gave me the directions (3 times as I had ear plugs in) of 5-6 different turns and streets and I was on my way, finally. And although I missed the last turn he gave me and got caught in construction for over 20 minutes, I finally made it out of DC. Oh how I wish I’d called up Dave Dahl (I met in Gettysburg) and had him escort me through on that morning!! That last missed turn put me right in the middle of a neighborhood I certainly did not belong in. So, after 2+ hours to go through and get out of DC, I was on my way. What a mess.
I crossed Annapolis, continued on to Delaware, but not before stopping 4-5 times to check and confirm my route. “What’s wrong with me today?” I wondered. I think I’m a little dehydrated, or sick. I just could not get oriented to where I was supposed to be. Did DC and the cop shake me up? I don’t know. I do know my internal compass is “out of whack” today!! I went way out of the way to ride along the Delaware coastline, and couldn’t even see the Atlantic, not even one time, due to all the development along the shore.
I’m staying in a neat (large) campground in Whaleyville tonight. But there’s a BENEFIT ROCK CONCERT going on in the pavilion! Arrrggghhhhh!!! Last night it was kids, hundreds of them, and tonight a rock concert! They finally packed it away at 8PM. I will be glad to get out of the east...
I’ll do laundry, shower and hit the hay. A cold day, but a beautiful one anyway,
even if I didn’t see the ocean and the cops did momentarily suspect me of bad intent.