Recognize “It’s a long way to Tipperary” (or, in this case, Midland/NC), so hop a ferry at Cape May which drops us off in Lewes/DE. (my prior trip on this ferry was just before Hurricane Sandy, so this is a calm, refreshing ride.) Jake and his wife, campers from San Diego, offer suggestions about places they’ve stayed, and Benjamin, a Brit flyer who came here during WW II, regales me with stories about being an air raid warden (plus, a bit more than is needed about his daughter’s financial prowess working for a London entrepreneur investing in Siberia). Our only “near excitement is when someone notices a “pirate ship” in our wake… but, would be meeting Johnny Depp be all that bad?
Drive down DE-1, and, even as dusk settles in, am entranced by ambrosia of freshly plowed land.
Next day, cross Chesapeake Bay bridge/tunnel complex, and am again surprised at how mild it is compared to remembering heavy surf preceding Hurricane Sandy. Spend an afternoon in Norfolk’s Chrysler Museum of Art… perhaps not great, but, definitely, quite good.
Beyond that, it simply becomes a “foot race” until reaching daughter Siobhan’s place in Midland/NC.