Too Much Fun

Some weekends are just too eventful. The plan for the weekend was to go camping at Westmoreland State Park, ride the Chesapeake Ramble, and kayak under the cliffs on the Potomac.

First, we left at approximately 11:00 Saturday morning. We weren't in any hurry. Plenty of daylight this time of year, and the Chesapeake Ramble is an easy bike ride, the kayak trip wasn't until Sunday, and it doesn't take that long to set up camp.

We arrived at the campsite at 3:00 in the afternoon. I'm sure you're thinking:

"Wow! Westmoreland Park must be hundreds of miles away from where you live!!"

Nope.

70 miles.

Yep.

Took us 4hrs to drive 70 miles. Actually, it took us nearly two hours to drive 11 miles. Boy, I sure do love living in Northern Virginia.

But, at last, we made it, got camp set up and headed down for our bike ride. We started our ride at The Tides Inn, which we did deliberately because we really enjoy kicking back for some drinks at this location when the ride is done. The atmosphere is spectacular here, with it sitting right on the bay - quite a lovely location. The ride went better than anticipated - there was a nice breeze and it was slightly overcast, so we didn't get roasted.

The scenery on this ride is very nice. We've ridden it before - you got to see my SigO's cute little rear end in the last blog about this ride - this time, you get a frontal shot of him at the maritime museum . Why is there a train engine at the maritime museum you ask. Beats me. Maybe it's not a train - maybe it's a steam boat? I don't know - too tired to go read the plaque - or even see if there was a plaque - and we were WAY too close to the end of our destination - with beer calling - to be bothered.

All went well until, after loading the bikes in the car, we closed the hatch back and...

voila.

Who knows why this happened. Nothing was poking up higher than it should be. The weight of the bike rack - being empty - shouldn't have caused this (empty because I wanted our bikes to be secured inside the car - ironic, huh?) I have no idea what caused it. All I know is I closed the hatch and the window shattered. We stood there, staring at our shattered window for a few minutes before deciding "Screw it. Let's go get a beer." At which point I locked the car (go ahead and laugh - so did I - rather hysterically at this point) and headed in to the Inn. We lounged around here until about sunset, when the view was its most spectacular.

We proceeded with our campout as planned - cooked our steaks in the dark, and laughed a little more hysterically each time another piece of glass inexplicably fell out of the window frame. I forgot to bring blankets and pillows, so we used the "emergency" blanket we keep in the car, and used our towels for pillows. The SigO didn't want to wake up in the morning. Isn't he just beyond adorable?

The longer time stretched, waiting for him to wake up, the more I didn't want to go on the kayak trip anymore. I didn't want to fool with crowds anymore (the park was packed), I didn't want to leave my bikes, plus all my camping gear in a car without a rear window - especially since the sky was menacing (it did rain on us a little bit, getting home), and I had simply had too much excitement for the week. So, we stopped at a cute little restaurant for breakfast, where they actually served our mimosas with little umbrellas, and then headed home, and had a nice, quiet afternoon in the basement. Watching movies. Sitting very still so we didn't break anything else.