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October 2 (Saturday)

So, the last meal at the Deepwater Diner. Mom thought the available relatives should have breakfast together, and where better than the Diner. We were going to pay too. The relatives went along, since breakfast wasn’t an expensive meal, especially at the Diner. There were about ten people, and it came to about 50 dollars. Beat that, Rachael Ray!

The funniest part was Uncle Francis. Aunt Mae wanted Eggs Benedict, but not the whole thing. Mom convinced Uncle Francis to split it with her, which appealed to his frugality. To put it nicely. So all he needed was a plate to put his half on. Everyone gets their order, and Uncle Francis is still waiting for his plate. He grumbled, “Did they have to send to China for the plate?” Karma, baby, that’s all I’m saying.

We bid our adieus and headed out. We crossed the I-295 bridge and were in Wilmington, Delaware. Another odd detail I remember is that we were looking for laundromats. It was a week and a half into the trip, and clean clothes were a concern. But we realized we were OK. Mom had enough, and I’d been buying t-shirts as souvenirs, so I was set. There were only a couple more days until we’d be home, so we could manage.

I don’t recall the exact route we took to get out of Wilmington, but I know we eventually made it to US 301. I’d driven so much of it in Florida that I wanted to traverse some of it outside the state. It was very rustic and mellow. In no time at all we were in Maryland. It was overcast the whole day, but I didn’t mind. After driving through the remnants of a hurricane, any weather less severe was a walk in the park.

Saint Dennis Catholic Church

The first scenic stop was happenstance, in Galena. I saw this neat looking old church and had to stop. It was the Saint Dennis Catholic Church. All the different sized stones assembled like a puzzle to make it impressive. It was built in 1933, but seems older. The cemetery next to it was established in 1893, which is odd. Interesting place.

South we went until we got to US 50. We could have headed west across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge to Annapolis and DC. But I wanted to see the Delmarva Peninsula, so it was south again on US 50.

Chesapeake Bay at Tilghman Island

Next was somewhere I’d seen in one of my travel books I’d brought, Easton. Actually, Tilghman Island, but you had to go through Easton to get there. I wanted to see Chesapeake Bay, and some of that New England aquatical scenery. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much of that to see on this road, and the overcast sky detracted from the ambiance.

Chesapeake Landing

We did get one of Mom’s wishes satisfied, though. Well, it was more my and her hairdresser’s wish for her. Her hairdresser had given her money to get crabcakes in Maryland on the trip. I swore she would get them, come hell or high water. I saw a restaurant on this sidetrip, called Chesapeake Landing, that looked like a likely candidate to get some. It wasn’t on the water, but you can’t have everything. They did indeed have crabcakes. I can’t remember what I got, but it must’ve been good, because I’d remember if it was bad. I tried a bit of her crabcake. I guess it was good, but I don’t like crabcakes, so I’m not the best judge. Mom liked them though, so that’s what counts. I didn’t get my Philly cheesesteak, but I didn’t mind, since Mom got her crabcakes.

Old Trinity Church cemetery

Once we traveled back the winding road to Easton, we headed south on US 50 again. We crossed a bridge and were in Cambridge. I know we stopped after the bridge, I think at a visitor center, though I can’t find it on a map. I think in one of my guidebooks I read about an old church, so it was off to find that. It was one of those “did I miss a turn?” drives, but I found the Old Trinity Church and Cemetery. The church itself was built before 1690. That’s still the oldest church I’ve visited. OK, the oldest built in America. St. Bernard de Clairveaux beats it by around 4 centuries. While I was exploring the cemetery, a church person came out and asked Mom if I wanted to see inside. Tempting though it was, it was getting way late, and the overcastiness was making it get darker faster. I didn’t want to be driving in the dark looking for a hotel in a more rural area, so I passed.

I wanted to get as far along as possible, so I could spend more time over the next couple of days seeing as much as I could. Therefore, we continued on to Salisbury.

Which I really wish we hadn’t. If I never visit Salisbury again, I’ll not cry. We came in on US 50, then south on US 13, which is one of the main roads through the city. They must’ve been resurfacing it, since it had those multiple grooves along the length, which makes it such a treat to drive along. I saw a hotel and stopped there, though it looked less than appealing. It’s a Budget Inn now, hopefully it’s improved. The check in desk clerk was behind glass (bulletproof?), which made me even more concerned. I said to myself that if Mom wanted to, we’d stay there, but I wouldn’t like it. Fortunately, Mom was as underwhelmed as I was. So we went across the street to Best Western. It was about 70 dollars a night, but you definitely get what you pay for. Yet it was still annoying, as there were people in adjacent rooms who were up all hours making noise. Not a good night’s sleep. Maybe Salisbury has a good side, but we didn’t see it.

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