emerged in Delaware and spent the next few hours driving down the eastern shore, a land lost in time. The only other time I made that trip is with Ross on my first trip to Virginia Beach during his senior (dead) week from Yale. This time, I was without Ross but with three kids, the product of the last nearly twenty years together. We were treated to a spectacular temper tantrum from Bram, perhaps his most dramatic ever. By the time we reached the Cheasapeake Bay Bridge tunnel, a 20 mile crossing, Bram had exhausted himself and gone off to sleep. We rolled down the windows and drove across the bridge/tunnel with late afternoon sun and those wonderful breezes again. Eli summarized it best. "I"m about as happy as a 12 year old can be right now. This is awesome!"
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Dual crossings
A bit out of order but realized that I never documented the transition from NJ to Virginia and two fantastic crossings that punctuated that trip. A short drive down the Garden State parkway took us to the Cape May Lewes Ferry a wonderful car/passenger ferry with a departure lounge that rivals any airport. We split our time on the one hour plus, 17 mile trip between playing cards in a comfy booth indoors and standing by the stern feeling the summer breezes. On the other side we
emerged in Delaware and spent the next few hours driving down the eastern shore, a land lost in time. The only other time I made that trip is with Ross on my first trip to Virginia Beach during his senior (dead) week from Yale. This time, I was without Ross but with three kids, the product of the last nearly twenty years together. We were treated to a spectacular temper tantrum from Bram, perhaps his most dramatic ever. By the time we reached the Cheasapeake Bay Bridge tunnel, a 20 mile crossing, Bram had exhausted himself and gone off to sleep. We rolled down the windows and drove across the bridge/tunnel with late afternoon sun and those wonderful breezes again. Eli summarized it best. "I"m about as happy as a 12 year old can be right now. This is awesome!"
emerged in Delaware and spent the next few hours driving down the eastern shore, a land lost in time. The only other time I made that trip is with Ross on my first trip to Virginia Beach during his senior (dead) week from Yale. This time, I was without Ross but with three kids, the product of the last nearly twenty years together. We were treated to a spectacular temper tantrum from Bram, perhaps his most dramatic ever. By the time we reached the Cheasapeake Bay Bridge tunnel, a 20 mile crossing, Bram had exhausted himself and gone off to sleep. We rolled down the windows and drove across the bridge/tunnel with late afternoon sun and those wonderful breezes again. Eli summarized it best. "I"m about as happy as a 12 year old can be right now. This is awesome!"
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