I walked to the foot of the Chesapeake Bay bridge, where Tony, Andrew and Buddy picked me up. We watched a sailboat regatta as we crossed the bay and drove into our campsite at the Sandy Point State Park.
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| Chesapeake Bay Bridge |
The campers at the next site were having a Hawaiian Luau party and invited us over. They had a pig on a spit over the fire. As the party goers passed by, we all cranked the handle to keep porky rolling. The crackling skin and dripping juices sent a wonderful aroma over the whole campground. Later, we parked ourselves on the beach and did some ocean fishing. I have no idea what kind of fish are in there, but we didn't catch any. Good thing because none of us know how to clean a fish (or cook one on a campfire either for that matter).
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| Here's Tony doing some aerobic fishing. |
Once again, I'm listening to surf and smelling salt water as I drift off to sleep. I think we'll make this our base camp for the next few hikes. (Especially if our neighbors stick around and cook for us).


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