Day 48
We all got off to a good early start this morning, mostly because we had to get the rig ready to move and shift to another site before Don and Bill left to go museum crawling. Don took me for a walk over to the dog run, and there were several people there with their dogs. The first one I met was much taller than me, and very good natured. His name was Andre, and he was a Great Dane. I recalled another encounter that I had many years ago with a Great Dane, Greta, who saw that I was a little upset about being left in a boarding kennel, and tried to comfort me by putting my entire head in her mouth. It didn’t have the desired effect. Andre was very pleasant, though, and we enjoyed exchanging identification data. Another smaller black dog named Dakota became enamored of Don, and brazenly cozied up next to him to be petted. She was just openly coming on to him, making Andre think that she might be on the easy side. So, he made a very clumsy attempt to embrace her from the rear, causing Dakota to turn into a very different dog. She turned and gave him a chewing out in the strongest possible dog language, causing him to stumble and retreat. She then turned her attentions back to Don, who was chuckling over the affair. I looked at him and let him know that we should get out of here, and he made our excuses and escorted me out of the dog run.
Bill showed up about 9:30, and we began our move to the new site. It was a little tight getting into it, and we scraped some bark off a tree with one of our canopy fixtures. Don was annoyed because the jack retraction alarm was starting to ding again. But we got set up and Don and Bill took off. Bill had brought Geri some books on Williamsburg and Richmond, and spent most of the day reading them, while I took some well deserved naps. Don and Bill got back at 5:30 or so, both of them raving about the Mariners Museum in Hampton, where they had spent the whole day. Apparently there was a battle back during the Civil War between two ships, the Monitor and the Merrimac, that changed the face of naval ship design from that point on. And this museum had salvaged the turret, guns and engine of the Monitor some years ago, and had a very comprehensive display on the history of this encounter. Don said it was one of the best museum exhibits he had ever seen. Well, OK. Geri and I realize that Bill and Don are both ship nuts, and that this sort of thing makes them crazy. Don is fixated on the design of these ships, and Bill dotes on the military aspects of these battles. I’ll just say that if dogs ruled the world, we would settle our differences in a much simpler manner, because we wouldn’t be building these monstrosities. That’s my view. Needless to say, Don and I don’t agree on everything.
Geri and I had a very nice walk through the campground, which is starting to get very crowded for the weekend. We’re out of here tomorrow, heading for Williamsburg. Bill and Judy might be coming up to have dinner with us on Sunday night. I’ll let you know how the travel goes. Ciao! (Un poco di Italiano!)