Survivors of Friday night assembled this morning to have a modest breakfast provided by the motel. We cleaned out our rooms and loaded the bikes one last time on this trip. Mark wore his special Pirate Princess visor (graciously provided by Deb).
We left and headed up the coast and were treated to some more great scenery. We saw a lighthouse in the distance and decided to go and have a look.
There was a gift shop and some history about the place. It is amazing that anyone even finds their way here.
Great picture, huh? No, this is not the leaning tower of Piza! OK, so I am not Ansel Adams!
We continued north up the Cape Hatteras National Seashore. It is a beautiful area and many of us mentioned the possibility of a trip back to this area. We passed familiar sounding areas such as Nags Head, Kill Devil Hills, Kitty Hawk. We turned inland on Rt 158 at Kitty Hawk.
The next gas stop found us within sight of the Virginia State line!
Through the Chesapeake and Hampton Roads area we were greeted with heavy traffic and inconsiderate drivers. Hampton Roads actually won the prize for the most hostile drivers we encountered during the whole trip! It is a good thing that none of us were wearing sidearms! We had nine motorcycles in our group and we were separated on a few occasions by drivers who merged into us and separated us. It is fortunate that a few of us had CBs to keep in touch and facilitate regrouping. We stopped at a Chilli's on the north side of Hampton Roads to have some lunch and settle our nerves. Will had a schedule to meet, so he ate quickly and headed for home.
After lunch we continued on Rt 64 to take Rt 295 around Richmond. Brad had a pig roast to attend to in Harrisonburg, so he continued west on Rt 64. Now we were down to seven riders to make the final miles.
Our final stop as a group was in Falmouth at a fast food establishment. Deb and I had both been developing allergy symptoms from the time we entered Virginia. Some ice cream and allergy medicine was a temporary fix. We took a few moments for good-byes and a couple of pictures.
Continuing up Rt 17, the group turned right on Rt 28 at Bealeton, heading for Manassas. I continued to Rt 29 and to home in Gore, VA.
During the vacation, everyone had come to call me "mother". At first I thought that this was just an incomplete phrase, but true to form, everyone called me at home to let me know that they arrived safely at their homes. Being a "mother" is not so bad.
