Chesapeake Bay Bridge—Welcome To Maryland



Atlantic Coast Bicycle Trip
May, ’77

Well here I am again, writing in my journal twenty-four hours after
being interrupted by the two girls who had also stopped at the Dairy
Queen for a respite from the afternoon sun. The girls asked if I
needed a lift and I accepted. I put my journal in my bicycle bag, the
bicycle in the back of their pick-up, and we were off to the
Chesapeake Bay Bridge. It was already late, and without that
thirty-mile ride I wouldn’t have made it to the bridge. The bridge was
mammoth. It connected South Virginia’s coastline with the peninsula
reaching down from Maryland. The bridge was sixteen miles long with
two of those miles tunneling under the Chesapeake Bay. I stood for two
hours hitchhiking before Greg picked me up (no pedestrians or bicycles
were allowed on the bridge). I was offered a beer and shared a joint
with him. As we crossed the bridge we listened to good music on his
stereo. It was a nice ride, indeed!

As it turned out, Greg was vacationing with friends and he suggested
I spend the evening at their campsite. I accepted. After a ten-minute
ride, we pulled into a Virginia camping park, and I met Gary and Ray.
That evening I enjoyed good company, beer, and smoke dope. I was the
first to call it a night, though. In the morning, the fellows wanted
me to stay on. It was Memorial Day weekend and they said it wouldn’t
be safe biking anyway. At first I thought that was a good idea, but
after a couple hours of drinking, smoking, and girl watching (most
weren’t even weaned yet), I decided biking was an even better idea. I
thanked the lads and headed for the open road. I knew I had one full
day of biking ahead of me before the vacationers started migrating
north from Virginia Beach.

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About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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4 Responses to Chesapeake Bay Bridge—Welcome To Maryland

  1. Tilly Bud says:

    What an amazing bridge!

  2. Your blog is so cool. It is like going into a time machine. Thanks for sharing!

    Cheers,
    Louise

  3. eof737 says:

    Love the photos… how did the biking play out? 😉

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