Since we are old, we decided that we would try something different this year. We drove to Williamsburg and stayed the night. Careful consideration was given to Don’s back & my hips would not be in a happy state if we had to sit in traffic for 6 hrs as we snake our way down highway 158 and then crawl along highway 12. Damian travels with us. He travels well. He packs light & doesn’t complain (much).
We hear from Steve, who informs us his departure will be delayed as his van is giving him trouble & he has to switch cars. I don’t envy him having to unpack a van load of kids and SWAG. I tell him to take his time and be safe.
The last contingent of Russos will be arriving in the wee hours. Eric, Natalie, Darren, Mariah & Matt are leaving at midnight. Most of them had to work Saturday. I must admit I am somewhat nervous that they are driving so late, after working more than 8 hrs.
After a decent night in Williamsburg at an amazingly clean and well kept Budget Motel we start the trek to Duck. We know we are pretty much heading into the cauldron since we will be arriving with the other 50,000 people coming to Duck this week. We are not in a rush to sit in traffic.
So we decide to eat lunch. We are driving through Great Bridge, VA and stumble upon a place located in a little shopping center called “Mr. Jim’s Subs”.
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| Damian & Don give Mr Jim’s 2 thumbs up |
It didn’t look like much except the small parking area around it was loaded with cars. That’s a sign there’s good eats to be found! When we walked in there is a busy, bustling counter area and suspended from the ceiling are 3 large flat screen monitors that display the amazingly large menu. It’s not just subs but pizza, salads & gyros too. Well worth the hour diversion.
The closer we came, the more cars not moving much we encountered.
Suffice it to say that by the time we reached the check in office we were done with the road warriors. Then it was not surprising that I was less than happy to hear that the washing machine in my rental house had overflowed and was out of commission until the repair man could come tomorrow.
Fortunately, I don’t travel with dirty clothes.My boys, however, are a different story. Don & I unpack then decide to head down to the beach with Damian. As I head down the stairs my son Steve arrives. We decide to take all the kids to the beach so Steve & Kim can unpack.
The next day we head down for a morning walk. The sky is an ominus grey and we feel tiny spritzes of rain already. Only the hearty are plunging in the surf. Then it rumbles across the ocean. A big, rolling wave of thunder. I fear lightning so we start heading the 600′ back to the abode. The rain becomes a little harder. We make it back just before the deluge. Even rain is more appealing to me when at the beach. You can still hear the surf behind it. I sit on the screen porch to enjoy it. Then it’s over and the sun peeps through. I tell the kids to grab their suits & we head to the beach!
We did not bring much stuff with us figuring it would rain again. We were pleasantly surprised.The overnight crew were functioning on very little sleep so it became an early night.
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