My trip had an inauspicious start today.
After seemingly countless trips to my truck to get things loaded up, I finally left Knotts Island and twenty minutes later I’m driving down the road thinking at last I’m finally getting started and if I’ve forgotten anything fuck it, too bad, so sad, and not two minutes later, I realize I’ve forgotten my USA map and the other reference books and atlas I’d convinced myself I need.
So I screamed some bad words and turned around.
Nothing seems like a longer time suck than having to return home because you forgot something.
But I finally got everything and got turned around and got headed out again (this time with feeling) and met Miss Carol in the Harris Teeter parking lot to kiss and say goodbye to. (she’s staying in Sandbridge while I’m gone and the parking lot was a good halfway point) (plus, I needed to sit with LoLa while she ran in and picked up a couple of groceries)
And then. At last. I’m finally gassed up, I’ve got ice in the cooler, and I’m headed to Assateague State Park campground for my first night before going to Ocean City to pick up the beginning of Route 50W tomorrow morning.
Did you know there are a couple of Assateague Parks?
I certainly didn’t and apparently neither did Kimi (what I’ve decided to name the chick narrating google maps for me) so she brought me to Assateague National Seashore Park in Virginia which I guess stretches into Maryland and which according to the nice Ranger woman at the entry booth does not allow any camping.
So I turned around again and, after cursing Kimi, typed the search criteria differently and my chastised Kimi brought me here to Maryland State Assateague Park.
With camping.
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