clayhornik | The Dover Fiasco

Yesterday, P picked me up from work and we thought it'd be cool to go to Lewes, Delaware.
So, north on 13, over/through the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel.
Stopped on the bridge for dinner. Then, onward.
Through Exmore.
Past a sign that reads "KKK Brunout," hand painted in front of a burnt out shell of a house.
Past the remains of the Whispering Pines Motel, where we were once accosted by an angry woman as we attempted to take pictures of what was a glorious old motel.
Past the turn off to Chincoteague.
Across the state line to Maryland.
Down 113 in the dark, missing the transition from Maryland to Delaware.
Heading to the Rehobeth area, every hotel seems booked. We try closer to Lewes, and only smoking rooms are available and thats not an option.
I see a sign for (I kid you not) Slaughter Beach.
We go to Dover- everybody's booked solid. After about a four hour drive, my contacts start to bother me and P takes the wheel.
So we hit 13 again and head south.
Nothing.
Nothing.
More nothing.
Who knew the Eastern Shore'd be so hoppin'?
As the ride progresses we become more and more aware that we're not likely to be buyin' in Lewes today. In Exmore, 45 minutes from home, we throw in the towel.

We get home at 5am.

It could have been worse. We didn't turn on each other, but at times it did feel like being an evangelist's radio program away from a Stephen King short story.
Next time, we'll plan better.