We are back from our Labor Day camping trip a day early.
On Saturday morning, after much packing, we drove to the Navy Recreation Area near Solomons Island. It is the Navy’s largest recreation area and had many good reviews but we we found it somewhat underwhelming.
The other week I joked how last time we went camping locally and it would be nice this time to get away from the sirens. They found us, as did every motorcyclist in southern Maryland. Maybe it was because out of a huge area they put the tent camping sites closest to the highway. As in, on the other side of the fence.
The place was packed, which we expected, but we thought it would be a little more rustic. Plus, as Elysia and Citrus were walking to the restrooms someone threw a bottle out the window of a car. It smashed in front of them. For that to occur on a military installation is pretty unbelievable. We reported it but it was hard to judge if we were taken seriously.
On most bases if you do not come to a full stop at a stop sign or exceed a 20 mph speed limit you are likely to be pulled over. When my dad visited the Pentagon a few years ago and casually leaned against a pole outside, a guy with a machine gun quickly approached. Then again, my dad looked suspiciously like he had been living on a beach somewhere. Which he had basically been doing.
We left after the first night of smores (Picture 1, Picture 2, Picture 3) and headed to Annapolis. We found a local park with the GPS and had a picnic, got some ice cream, and headed home.
