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AN UNEXPECTED ADVENTURE

This is a private landing strip in a rural part of the Chesapeake Bay  Peninsula. I had hitched a ride with a generous Gideon across the Bay Bridge Tunnel. He was traveling north to Salisbury to sell boat anchors. He was a bit concerned for my sanity because he had never seen my mode of travel.

I rode north to a campground that charged thirty five bucks, no electric hookup, water, or mint on my pillow for a patch of grass, It was very nice grass but I thought I could do better. 

The southern end of the peninsula is Virginia but it wasn't geared for tourists. No motels, parks or public beaches mostly private homes and farms. 

It was almost dark so I needed to find a place. I found a small corner lot with an abandoned farm house surrounded by an assortment of animals. There was also a metal building full of junk, surrounded by more junk. 

The bugs were beginning to bite so I began to search for any place that would be safe and out of the way. I found a place and only needed permission. 

There was nobody around so I was about to set up camp when a truck came out of the woods. It held four non English speaking Latin men who had been cutting fire wood. Through our limited words and hand language agreed that I could camp, maybe. 

They said something about the owner flying to Virginia. I thought he was not returning that night. We exchanged goodbyes as they left as I set up camp.