Back to the beach

Trip Start Jun 05, 2010
Trip End Aug 13, 2010

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Flag of United States  , Virginia
Monday, July 19, 2010

At around 2pm we entered Holiday Trav-L-Park, what was to be the mecca of RV parks. This place was huge and we were lucky that they had space for us. As we entered we were instructed to line up behind a bunch of other RV's while we went through the registration process. We were lucky to get in here. They were packed and we were able to get into a partial hook up site. This place blows away any park we’ve been in to date. Among other amenities we have 4 pools, a several acre dog park (complete with wash station and obstacle course!), an arcade/billiard, 18 hole mini-golf, etc…. Plus we are only about 2 miles from the beach here. It didn’t take long for us to notice that out of the thousands of folks here, we’re one of the few that spoke English. Our first hint was all of the Quebec plates. Then a guy came up and started asking me something in French. I looked around and noticed that everyone had Quebec plates and were speaking French. Oye Vei…. We are in party central for kids. Violet is now, finally, surrounded by mass kids, preteens and teens where she can make some new friends and none speak English. Actually, aside from the communication barrier, everyone was friendly and knew how to party. I was under the impression that all Canadians spoke English but, I guess, that’s not the case in Quebec. So we’re hanging with thousands of partying Canadians for 3 days. Life could be a lot worse. I find that most people on vacation, no matter race, religion, sexual orientation or whatever tend to be in good spirits and like to party! (I later found out that the park owner is a Canadian and does huge advertising in Quebec. Everyone kept referring to this as Quebec week or Canadian month…. Something like that. Even most of the instructions and signs here are written in French and English both.)

It was hot and after setting up camp we headed straight to the beach. Upon arrival we noticed the place cleared of people and, as we walked out toward the water, a life guard started blowing his whistle, instructing us to stay back. Confused, we asked a dude what was up. He pointed to a cloud and said that, ever since a couple people have been killed here by lightning strikes they’ve started clearing the beaches when thunderheads approach! A good sized one had just passed and after about 15 minutes they opened the beach back up. The beach was nice. It is lined with high rise hotels and condos and has a long boardwalk that stretched for miles. You can walk a block inland and cruise the many shops, restaurants and pubs. There are also many right on the beach. The beach was a bit steeper with a shore break and the water, at about 72 F, was much more refreshing then the past beaches we’ve visited here on the East Coast.

Back at camp we had some food, then walked over to check out the pool party that was raging. Violet was having a tough time, missing home so we drug her out. They had a DJ and disco ball set up next to the pool and the dance floor was packed with kids and adults. Once Violet hit the dance floor she stayed for the duration. It was fun and we danced for a long time. (Later, Vonnie brought up a good point to me. We met one guy on the dance floor that barely spoke English and was struggling to communicate with us. Funny thing is…. dude knew every word to ACDC’s - Shook Me All Night Long!)

The next morning we handled some business, (I finally got my exhaust brake part to be shipped to DC where I will hopefully be to in a couple of days. There’s no Lithia Dodge in these parts and I’m past due for my oil change so I was forced to drop $75 at a Jiffy Lube.) did some chores and lounged. Later in the afternoon we got cleaned up hopped a bus back to the beach. We wanted to do some shopping, see some sights and maybe get a beer somewhere. As the bus approached the main drag the sky opened up. People on the streets were running for cover and everyone on the bus stayed on. No one got off until the last stop. We have no umbrella and to stay dry we just ran for cover to the nearest overhang where we joined many others waiting it out. We shopped around for a while. They actually had some real good deals for a tourist  town. We ducked into a pub for some refreshments then, after the rains stopped, walked the boardwalk for a couple of miles and watched a crazy electrical storm over the Atlantic. We saw a few dolphins cruising around right close to shore. The buses here run until 2am so a person could get some late night partying done here if they wanted and still have transpo back to camp.

When we got back around 10pm, the campground was hosting a Kid Karaoke. We walked Vi over and a boy that we had met the night before grabbed Vi and drug her onto the dance floor. (These Canadian kids really take charge!) He was a real nice kid and real polite. Despite the language barrier he and Vi were able to swap My Space and numbers. More partying and dancing went on and we were in by midnight. This place is a paradise for kids. I wish it was near Santa Rosa. Violet was really wishing her cousins and friends could be here.

Next morning was nice out. I got up early and took Chula for a bike ride down the boardwalk and a quick swim in the ocean before the beach patrol was out (no dogs allowed on the beach here). Once back at camp I noticed my trailer tire was low again. (same one I had plugged in New Orleans) So that repair job lasted about 2500 miles I guess. After packing up and dumping the tanks we went in search of a tire store that could accommodate us. After being turned away at 2 places, because of our size, (I was annoyed. How hard is it to roll a jack out and pull a tire off in the parking lot!?) we found a place on the outskirts of town. This dude was cool. He (re)plugged the tire for $20 and sent us down the road.
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auntie debbie on

sounds like a blast!! wish i were there. let's give vi a break!!! after all she is a 5th generation santa rosan plus a cancer (hearth and home kind of person). and, we're hardly french (although i am told somewhat, or at least huguenots from 12 or 13 generations back). glad to finally hear you made it out of the "blue ridge parkway" you can really get lost there (i know). can hardly wait for the update on Washington DC.

mom on

All sounds good...wish I were there.

farth on

What,....No Mt. Trashmore???

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