Cherry Hill to Coles Point, VA …and Was That a Squirrel?

Good Friday morning Chroniclers! I hope you’re sitting next to a cup of hot steaming Joe.

Let’s go!

Thursday morning started off good. It was a travel day and the attempt to make it to Coles Point at a decent hour was a valiant one. On Tuesday and Wednesday, the HB sat down with the Crew’s Engineer. They calculated time and distance and after going over the maps several times, they came up with the scientific decision to have the crew ready to depart at nine.

After some grumbling from the peanut gallery, the HB compromised and announced that we could leave at ten.

Then, the night before we left, a text came out, “Can we shoot for 10:30?”

Heck. We can shoot for anything. Ten thirty is good. Let’s shoot for ten thirty.

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Thursday, travel day comes and ten thirty rolled by us like a freight train and we were still sitting there. I thought these people feared the HB. She set the time. Why were we not moving?

Our convoy hit the gates promptly at 11:15. We were all moving along the highways and byways of the great state of Maryland with only a hundred and six miles in front of us.

After about 90 mins, Dr. Francois whined that he needed a quick coffee break. As luck would have it, we were directly adjacent to a Walmart with a large parking lot. Into the lot we headed for a quick coffee for the doctor, a tuna sammich for your hero, and some leg stretching for the rest of the crew.

When the union madated break had timed out, it was time to move out.

Uh…full stop.

It would seem that the draw of a Walmart was just too much for Big Sis and her clone, Mini Me. Yup, she just had to do it. I believe that we have just found her kryptonite. It's Walmart.

Both the doctor and McCroc were inconsolable because no one had mentioned shopping to them. They both suffered from a severe case of FOMO. It was a major struggle getting them back into the driver’s seats of their respective motorhomes. Mrs. McCroc had to promise that the commander could buy another pair of rubber shoes at a later time and Samantha waggled Stephanie back and forth in front of Dr. Francois, promising him that he could cuddle with her zebra when he lay down for his afternoon nap.

Whew! Crisis averted.

And we were off again. Boy! I have to tell you that we are missing a lot when we miss out on traveling the back roads of our great country. We even saw a C-17 on final approach to Joint Base Andrews. Contrary to what Cmdr McCroc will say, that was not a squirrel, it was definitely a plane. A big shout out to my niece, Maj. Kim, she flies those big mamma jammas out of Dover AFB.

We enjoyed views of small towns, rural farms, ponds, lakes, and bridges. This great country of ours is truly breathtaking. If you happen to know any motor cops, please do not mention this them, but I took some one-handed photos with a mobile electronic communication device while piloting my land yacht.

We made it to Coles Point, where there are nearly 200 RVs now parked in very close proximity to one another and next to a marina for a four-day camp out. Looks like a party y’all!

Drink ‘em if you got ‘em

One band, one sound.

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