Part Five: Blast Off Back To Home
SUNDAY, MAY 26
BECAUSE today is Sunday, the
NASA Visitor Center at Langly Air Base doesn't open until noon, so we have
time for a leisurely (and indulgent) breakfast at the Gazebo Restaurant in
Williamsburg. We have blueberry pancakes and pecan malt waffles, and then
drive to the NASA center.
Here we see a funny film made up of astronauts'
experiments and antics under weightless conditions, narrated by the astronauts
themselves. We also see the Apollo 12 Command Module, a full-size replica
of the Viking Mars Lander, the space suit worn by David Scott on the moon,
and a moon rock, as well as lots of exhibits concerning wind-tunnels and
models of historic aircraft. We spend about an hour and a half there, then
head back down the freeway and across the Hampton Roads Bridge-Tunnel to
Norfolk and Virginia Beach.
Turning north, we cross the
amazing Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, seventeen
miles of bridge, trestle, and tunnel, with four
man-made islands. We stop to walk out on Seagull Pier at the first island
(Thimble Shoals), to take photos, and eat steamed clams for lunch at the
restaurant.
Upon reaching the other side, on Virginia's
eastern shore (part of the DelMarVa peninsula), we drive for many miles up
highway 13, a straight, fast road. Passing a sign for Sunset Bay, John remarks
how unusual that concept is on the east coast, where the water is normally
to the east of the land. As the day goes on, and after stopping at Stucky's
for pecan pralines, we get the idea of trying to find a picturesque place
to have dinner just around sunset, hopefully with a view of the water. By
about 7:00, with sunset only around an hour away, it is beginning to look
hopeless. Although near the water, this is mostly farm country. The one place
we'd kind of thought would be promising, Cambridge, Maryland, turns out to
be a commercial area, with the only restaurants surrounded by shopping centers
and auto body repair shops.
Before we know it, we are on the bridge over the
Choptank River and out of town on our way toward Trappe, Maryland.
Would you believe it? At the other end of the bridge,
in a small-boat marina, stands a big old ferryboat, land-locked, with a sign,
"FerryBoat Restaurant - Open For Business"! We pull in and find they have
been open only two weeks. We eat soft-shell crabs and crab cake for dinner,
watching the sunset on the bay and marina (and the spiders making webs outside
the window). It is as picturesque a scene as anyone could ever hope for (in
fact, Linda does take several pictures), and a perfect end to a fabulous
vacation.
A perfect end is still an end, however, and even
though we try to prolong it as much as possible, a meal can last only so
long. It is nearly dark when we finally leave the restaurant, and the drive
back from here is long, but uneventful. We listen to the stereo real loud
and feel the cool evening breezes, which suddenly get noticeably cooler between
Baltimore and Wilmington, Delaware.
Linda-the-Navigator, guides us through the maze of freeways around Annapolis and Baltimore, made even more confusing because of road construction and our outdated maps, and we drive through Philadelphia on I-95 around midnight-thirty.
A side trip through Churchville ("Trust me, John, we can avoid the Street
Road traffic lights this way") brings us back to our home by 1:30 in
the morning.
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