I might have used that title before but too bad-it fits well here. After about a 2 month break to deal with one of those inevitables of life I'm back out on the road for the last leg of my RTW+ trek. This segment is starting out in Maryland on the east coast of the US of A and will follow Route 50 across the heartland to Sacramento (if I go that far west) before heading north to Oregon where I will try to locate, pick up and restore the bits of my life and move on.
I started out from Craigtown on the 16th of May and only covered about 40 miles in order to rendezvous with high school classmates for an overnight slumber party. It seems a lifetime since I had seen those folks but I hope not that long before we get to get together again.
The following I covered a few more miles that the first going from SE PA to Ocean City, MD. It was a rainy day but not so bad as to make driving difficult but just crappy enought to put a damper on any letterboxing although I did make a few attempts (that's how I know it was dampered). After three failed attempts including one that was just a walk up to a restaurant, I bagged letterboxing for the day and found a campground. Yes, I decided to camp even in the crappy weather but I did cheat and found a campground with camping cabins so the evening was rustic but not rough. The most difficultpart of the evening was not having the promised internet connection.
Monday I started out late just because. I made short visit to Salisbury but was again thwarted in any letterboxing attempts and have decide I'll put activity on hold until I get to the other side of the 'beltway'. I'm in Annapolis now and luck me, I arrives just in time for the commencement of the Naval Academy! No room at any of the inns. Well, that's what I was told but thanks to the internet, I did find a hotel just off 50. Pricier than what I had hoped to be paying but I'm not I figured the first part of this trip was going to be costly and I'll make up for it in the budget later on. I did take a wee bit of time and strolled through the downtown &/or historic district of the city. It's a bit early for tourist season but because of the visiting parents of the plebes (or are they no longer plebes at this point?) it was sort of a preview of the summer season to come but with more folks dressed in their 'whites'. Kinda of blinding, really.
It is now Tuesday and I'm about to start out towards Washington DC, that is if I can safely get out of my room. Let me 'splain. I was up very early just because I got done sleeping, I guess. It was about 6:00 am. I had just brewed a bit of chai and was starting to do some surfing. The TV was on, tuned to one of the investigative procedure shows. I heard some kind of siren and thought it was on TV. It seemed quite persistent. After a while it was annoying. That's when I realized it wasn't on TV but out in the hall. I opened the door and there was another person out there who seemed as curious as me. We both sort of shrugged at one another and headed out of the building. We gathered with the rest of the guests who thought it was maybe a for real alarm at the front of the building. The security guard was there explaining that he had no idea what it was but since I might be real, we'd all have to wait for the fire department. The FD arrived in just a few minutes and in less time than it took for them to arrive they allowed up back in to the building. I asked one of the firefighters what had happened. He said the building's system was so old that the wind can set the alarms off. We all headed back into the building toward the elevators but found them not working. They automaticall y shut down when the alarm goes off and had not been reset. We eventually found the stairs back up (interior entrances to the stairwells are not readily available on the ground floor). I got back to my room to find that the show was over and a movie was now showing. The movie--1408. It's about a guy who gets trapped in a haunted hotel room. Any woo woo type folks want to read anything in to that. . .keep it to yourself, eh?
Okay, I'm outta here for now and hope to catch you on the far side of DC when next I writ.
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