A Visit to the Beach

Friday, I went to visit Amy with the idea that I’d spend time with her and then sometime on Saturday, Dad would come down and we’d head up to Chincoteague/Assateague.

I got down to Virginia Beach in the early afternoon. Amy and I took Alli (Amy’s dog) to First Landing and we walked around for a while (we followed the Bald Cypress Trail for a little while). Alli had a good time, but she said it was hot for a little black dog.

We talked about going to the beach, but Vic had plans for the evening, so we canned the beach and hung out with one of Amy’s friends and her friend’s two kids (they’re about the same age as Alexus and Andrew).

Saturday, we went to Mt. Trashmore to meet Dad. We stopped at Dick’s first to pick up a kite (I’ve never noticed Mt. Trashmore without kites in the air), but when we got up there, we found there was pretty much no wind. Some of the kids who were there with their little $5 plastic kites had them kind of floating about six feet off the ground, but basically everyone else’s kites were grounded. We were sitting on the ground just enjoying the day when one guy stopped and asked us, “Which way did you guys do it to get your kite flying?” We said, “We didn’t.”

Dad showed up around 11 and we got lunch at a bagel place. Dad and I thought about heading out, but when Amy and Vic invited us to go to the beach with them, we figured we’d hang around for a little while and then head up to the Eastern Shore (Chincoteague/Assateague direction). The beach was nice, but we went to a part of the beach that was more of a locals’/vacation house beach and there wasn’t anyplace to change. I rolled up my jeans, but that isn’t quite the same as actually having shorts on so you don’t have to worry as much about getting wet.

Tony reminded me to check the weather before we headed up and, as it turned out, they were saying that there was a pretty good chance of rain on Sunday. Since I lost my liner on the way to the beach on Friday (it flew off the back of my bike…I was not happy), I wasn’t really interested in getting caught by a downpour, so Dad and I headed back home.

Instead of trying to deal with the traffic in the Hampton Roads tunnel, we came back on 460. There were lots of traffic lights, but they were mostly in our favor. The speed limit was set lower, but the realized speed was faster. This may be a route that Tony and I seriously consider using for future trips to the beach.

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Good Moments from Asheville – Part 4

To continue the series I started.

Today, I was thinking about the trip and one incident popped into my head that I hadn’t mentioned yet. But before I had time to write about it, I thought “What if I could do a theme post instead of a single instance post? There must be some way to tie this into other things that happened on the trip?” So today’s post is memories of the decent people we met on our trip.

The incident that made me think of it was a maintenance guy at the hotel. At the end of the weekend, he brought us all towels that had the name of the hotel on them (not that big of a deal, in the grand scheme of things, but nice in its own way). As it turns out, that’s a perk of that particular chain, but still…he was super friendly (but not creepy) and that was nice.

Sunday, when it was raining, we were on winding roads and it was raining. The roads had no shoulder and there was nowhere to pull over. Since we were riding a little under the speed limit, cars came up behind us. On Sunday (unlike Monday), people were really considerate and gave me (as the last bike) plenty of space. That meant a lot to me and I wish there were some way I could tell them that I really appreciated their thoughtfulness. I waved, but I just don’t think that really tells them that much.

Every time we stopped to eat, the people in the restaurants were really nice also. I’ve heard stories about how bikers are frequently not well-received, but I didn’t feel like we were anything other than people (maybe with some really interesting stories to tell or something, but definitely not a negative feeling). I realize that near the Dragon, they get a lot of bikers and that biker tourism is probably a huge thing for their economy, but it’s one thing to realize something like that as a general truth and another thing to live with it in your backyard. I got the impression that the people we interacted with didn’t see the bike tourism as a burden (unlike the way people at the beach seem to resent summertime beach-goers), but a chance to interact with unique characters. And that made those people that much more interesting to me.

Good Moments from Asheville – Part 3

To continue the series I started Tuesday.

“What time is it?”
“[Some time is read off a clock].”
“What?!”

That was the refrain of our weekend and I had to laugh every time. I loved that our trip was so laid back that we could find ourselves hours from the hotel, finally getting around to looking at the clock and realizing that it was so much later than we’d imagined.

I didn’t necessarily love getting in so late, but I loved that our plans were fluid enough that we could leave the interstates and do something more interesting (Take a Back Road anyone? Ok…it’s not perfect, but you get the idea). I loved that we took our time doing things and had time to appreciate and enjoy them.

(As I continue considering the things about the trip that made it so enjoyable for me makes me realize how personal these things are…I know plenty of people who would be annoyed by one aspect or another that I’ve mentioned)

Good Moments from Asheville – Part 2

To continue the series I started yesterday.

Saturday (the day we did the Dragon), we stopped in Robbinsville at Carolina Kitchen for lunch (they don’t have a website or I’d link it). The waitress came to take our order and Dad’s friend said “I’d like to have the BBQ sandwich with your salad bar.” Dad’s friend’s friend said, “I’d like the BBQ sandwich as well. Also with a salad bar.” I quickly said, “I’ll make that three.” Dad followed with “I’ll have the same.”

How many times have you ever had that many people at the table eating the same thing? Yeah, not so much for me. I know it’s kind of boring, but we all agreed that since we were in North Carolina and we all liked BBQ, we should try their version (it was worth it, for the record).