Finally over the bay bridge and tunnel

 This morning came earlier than I wanted but the show must go on.  Lee Ann cooked me a delicious breakfast and off I pedaled to the Chesapeake Bay bridge and tunnel forty-eight miles south. Unlike yesterday day’s maze of confusing back roads, Dave Fick’s directions got me to Seaside road which I stayed on for the duration. The entire way was pleasant country side with very light traffic.  Corn, soy beans, farms, winding roads with very subtle undulating hills and a slight tail wind made the ride a pleasant one. Let me not forget to mention the numerous Trump signs along the way. Forty-nine miles in total with only a twenty minute break for lunch.    Seven miles on the four lane route 13 brought me to the toll.  Dave rendezvoused with me at the parking lot by the tolls and loaded me and my bike on his super duty F250 ($85,000 worth of truck!).  The twenty-two mile over bridge and tunnel went quickly as Dave gave me the run down of the four way tunnels under construction.  To ease my ride through the congested Norfolk area, he drove over to the state park a few miles east where I could camp.  At first the park service person at the gate said the park was full but at the office they had a spot for me. Bizarrely, my name and address was already on their enrollment list.  It must have been because of the state and federal parks  I stayed in across the country.  Dave was kind enough to take me to the local super market and let me stock up on food for dinner, breakfast and the road.  I always carry food like sardines/smoke oysters, cheese, chocolate and fruit ( usually an orange) for those times out in the country where there are no stores for miles.  We talked for awhile and then he headed off; a great guy he is.  Setting up my tent, a study of my map for tomorrow, adjustment of my new iphone holder and a luke warm shower followed.  After dinner at the picnic table visited by a few mosquito and a friendly squirrel looking for s hand out, I sauntered down to the beach to check out the view.  The bridge was in the distance and stretched over the horizon out of sight. Tomorrow I will cross over into North Carolina and head towards Kitty Hawk.