Sunday, October 10, 2010
Weekend with my Dad
Since I'm in the States for a while now, we made plans to meet this weekend in Ocean City, Maryland. We didn't pick Ocean City for any particular reason other than it was roughly half-way between us, and Dad hadn't been at the beach in a while.
What we didn't know was that the small town on the barrier island would be the scene of a huge get-together of motorheads, cruisers, and hot-rodders, and that we would be lucky to find a hotel room. We found one though, and after we'd dropped our stuff in the room, we headed for the beach, where we walked about 3 miles before we realized it, just talking and catching up.
By the time we headed back, we were already getting hungry, but that didn't stop us from stopping every few minutes and gawking at the amazing cars driving up and down the strip.
The next day we got up and had eggs and pancakes at a place just down the street. After we ate, we walked back along the water on the inland side. We saw some fishermen and some boats, and that got Dad thinking about one of his favorite things, which is tug boats. We decided to drive down the coast and see if we could see some.
On the way to what we thought might be a likely spot though, we got sidetracked. All traffic was being routed around what ended up being the big car exhibit. Once we figured that out, we had to take a look.
It would have been a great weekend without the cars or the boat. It had been way too long since I'd seen my Dad, and just getting to catch up a bit was all I could have hoped for. The cars and the tour made it all that much better.
Thanks for meeting with me Dad. Let's do it again soon.