Weekend Edition or Three Heads Are Better Than One

Friday's breakfast at the Victorian Restaurant was quite nice. Among the three of us we enjoyed either the usual breakfast with eggs, or in my and Cathy's case, Russian blintzes with fresh strawberries and blueberries. The rest of the day, after a brief shopping period, consisted of a couple of movies at home and a great dinner. Then off to bed to rest up for the overnighter at a sleepy hamlet on the DE Bay. It was there that I was to meet Joyce's sister, Barbara, and spend the night on her yet-to-be-built-on lot.

Mid morning I met up with Barbara. We checked out the lot, the beach,and the RV. Before the "dry camping" night I was introduced to her realtor, Pat, who is a pro in Delaware and has been selling real estate for over 25 years. We met and the three of us went off to see some land (lots) and homes along the bay and near the bay in several sleepy little beach towns. These areas are still priced almost within the reach of middle Americans. "Sleepy Baytown" (an alias) is a sleepy 'village' with mostly small shacks, probably inhabited over the years by watermen and people wanting to get away from the summer heat in Dover. It has also become a horseshoe crab sanctuary so that migrating shorebirds can fatten up on their way north to their breeding grounds.

After looking at lots and houses, we returned and spent some time on the beach with some snacks and a good bottle of red. Then came dinner and a return again to the RV. As fate would have it, the new RV battery that controls lights inside was showing low; another glitch in getting to know the RV. We tried to figure out what the problem was, but gave up and just called it a night.

Sunday morning was expected to be a better day. I got up shortly before Barbara and went onto the beach to check for horseshoe crabs. None. Barbara passed me on the path and I said I'd be right back. I went to the RV door and grabbed the handle to open it - it was locked! What? How could that possibly have happened? It's a mystery to this day. So there we were, everything we had was locked in the RV. The only thing not under lock and key was my bike. So Barbara graciously agreed to pedal on up to the house of some people she had met there over the past 2 - 3 years. There she would call AAA. Just as she left, I went to the road and saw someone approaching from the south in a pickup truck. I hailed him and asked if by any chance he knew how to open a locked car door. He asked to look to see the distance from the window to the door latch. Barbara had managed to remove the 1/2 window screen from one of the windows, but her arm wasn't long enough to reach the lock. (I expect Winnebago designed it that way.) He was able to peer through the window on the opposite side and see the latch. Now he was off to the truck where he grabbed his claw hammer. After some slips, I went back to the opposite window and guided him in the placement of the hammer until it touched the latch. He opened it!

John, the man who saved us from the agony of AAA on a Sunday in no-mans-land(I say this most affectionately), then drove up to the neighbor's house to tell Barbara. I waited and waited until he finally got back to the RV, where he told me I was invited to the house for morning coffee. So off we went. It was nice because Barbara got to meet another neighbor and to better know a couple more neighbors in her new town. It turns out that John also happens to be the man Barbara hired to keep her lot mowed but hadn't yet met him. What a day.
John, Barbara and SCargo at the "campground"



After a late breakfast we got back to the lot, talked a bit and Barbara headed home to New Jersey. By that time it had started to sprinkle rain. I straightened up the V and headed back to my cousin's place and a nice Sunday evening.

Even though I had the battery problem, we both agreed it had been a nice sleep; also it had been Barbara's first overnight stay on her property.