I had lunch in Annapolis with a friend today and afterward, I drove the longer, more scenic route; over the Bay Bridge up 301 through Chestertown, then Galena, Chesapeake City and home.
Though I didn't make it all the way to Chincoteague, here are a couple of quick updates for those who remember our annual pilgramages aboard the USS Smokes A Lot Where we never wore seatbelts, and sat in the back of the stationwagon hanging out the window spitting at 55 mph or more and watching it roll (thanks for that one Keith). And always trying to hold out another mile before I called out, "Dad, could you please pull over?" Remember seeing the little burg of Girdletree on the map and Dad would always sing out, "Girldetree to Bra Shift." AJ & I would giggle every time. Heck - I still giggle.
Kent Narrows used to be a sleeply little marsh town with a bridge just east of the Bay Bridge... Well, that sleepy town is Graysonville/Centerville/Kent Narrows and several others all together. It's now home to many a millionaire, endless townhouses, LOTS of ocean racers and the annual testosterone laden event "Thunder on the Narrows."
We ALWAYS left for vacation at O-Dark-Thirty. Mom & Dad always made us wait until we got over the bridge to get breakfast and every year we ate at Holly's Restaurant. I was just there this winter and it was still Holly's. I'm sorry to report but today it's now "Mr B's."
Awwww... ;o( I wonder if Reeds Cottages are still there?
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We were surprised by Kent Narrows when we drove there for our Rehobeth vacation.
That Girdletree joke is pretty sad, mainly because I can see myself making it. Last time I drove to Kirkwood for snowboarding with Garrett, I made some comment about Pipi Valley, a turnoff we pass on the way up there. Garrett said something about how that might have been funny when he was 12.
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