With daylight, we could see how well our camping structures had fared through the night. Others were not so fortunate.
The people who were camping here had left more than an hour before the arrival of the storm. They came back to loss and destruction. I’m not sure how 3 people slept in that tent last night, or if they gave up like others and got a motel room.
I credit my husband’s wisdom and skill that we still have a canopy, tent and a “screen house.” I also must credit my oldest son, who spent the entire storm inside the empty, dark tent. He held the sides up, pushing back against the wind. It wasn’t a fun experience for him. In fact, he was (understandably) angry that we were laughing while he was inside the tent not knowing what was happening outside. All he could hear was the booming of the wind and our shouts and laughter while he was doing his best to keep the tent from collapsing.
By 7am, we were breaking camp and loading up the vehicles. Everything wet and sandy went into the rig with the bikes and boogie boards. (The canopy, tent, and “screen house” would be set up to dry at home.) Everything dry-ish and clean-ish went into the van.
We said goodbye to the ponies…
And then we drove to Ocean City, MD, to find a hot breakfast. “Bambi” –our GPS– told us to turn left onto Boardwalk. We were driving at the time.
We aren’t boardwalk kind of people, and there really wasn’t any decent place to take a grubby family for breakfast there anyway. (And by decent I mean inexpensive good food.) But look what we found a few blocks away!
They didn’t just serve donuts and coffee… we were able to get a good, hot breakfast (eggs! toast! bacon! pancakes!) before tackling the long drive home.
It almost made the grouchy ones forgive us for making them ride through the storm at the campsite instead of safely in a building.
And then we drove across the Bay Bridge.