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Our second Road Scholar program (cross country skiing our first three years ago) began unofficially with a road trip to Virginia - the Chincoteague/Assateague area, part of a chain of barrier islands along the Delmarva peninsula stretching from Delaware and Maryland into Virginia.
Years ago, decades actually but who is counting, our family spent a couple of days camping in the Chincoteague area in the midst of oppressive summer heat. The most memorable part of that trip was the hordes of mosquitos attacking us.
Mosquitoes or other bugs, biting or otherwise, did not plague us this trip, except for a few minutes one day at a state park. Once on the water, the bugs did not pursue us. Back on land, we retreated quickly to the air conditioned van. No bugs allowed.
The program officially began with a traditional Chesapeake Bay boil dinner - crabs, shrimp, oysters, corn, potatoes, and sausages cooked together in a huge metal pot. Once the smell of the crabs and shrimp becomes irresistible, the food is poured onto a long table. Following a quick lesson on the correct method of extracting meat from the crabs, everyone dug in.
Chesapeake Bay Boil
The one exception to leisurely kayaking occurred on our late afternoon paddle. Meandering through calm waters, passing oyster traps, nesting birds, and NASA facilities, the skies grew increasingly menacing. We were aware rain was predicted later that evening, but a sudden loud voice piercing the stillness shook us up.
The NASA Wallops Island facility alerts employees about impending storms so equipment can be stored. The announcement, which can be heard over a great distance, motivated everyone to morph from a leisurely kayaking pace into let's-get-the-hell-out-of-here-fast mode.
We made it safely back to the van and indoors before the rain descended in powerful, steady sheets.
And for the record, the two-woman paddling team beat the other two-person male/female teams to the landing site.
Carol and Meredith, you were awesome!
Actually there was another exception to leisurely kayaking. We were paddling through very calm waters during low tide - so low that very little water remained in the tidal creek - not enough to paddle through. Our kayaks grounded in the muck and mud. We used our paddles to free the kayaks, and our trusty guides Jim and Alyssa (strong twenty-somethings) pushed the kayaks into deeper water when all else failed.
We earned our lunch that day.
Hub and I missed the last paddle in the bays between Chincoteague and Assateague islands. We spent the morning in the emergency room of the nearest hospital, 40 miles away. Extreme pain hinting at a possible serious problem, possibly appendicitis, landed the two of us in the car at 4:00 a.m.
There was a silver lining to the hours spent in the ER. Walking into the facility, I was placed on a gurney furnished with a thick plush mattress, fluffy pillow and warm blanket. Our accommodations at the Chincoteague Field Station (a.k.a. Marine Science Consortium) were less-than-plush dorm-quality. Once on the gurney, I immediately fell asleep.
Following tests, including a CAT scan and MRI detecting no problem, and medicated enough to feel no pain, we were sent on our way.
We rendezvoused with the group in time for a lunchtime barbecue, followed by an afternoon exploring Assateague Island's visitor centers and beach.
I was not going to miss a seafood dinner of scallops and shrimp at Bill's Seafood Restaurant, or the opportunity to wander a deserted beach Friday morning collecting shells.
Collecting shells along the beach
All that fresh air and exercise takes its toll on older bodies! We were lucky to remain awake until dark...
Now we could use a vacation from our vacation. Instead I am writing this on a USAirways flight to Florida. Hub and I are on our way to babysit the grandkids while Mom and Dad enjoy a long, long weekend away. They told us they have a wedding, but I am skeptical...