After a week of tropical storms, thunder storms, and any other scatalogical storm you can think of, we are back on the task of conquering every state park in Virginia. Just before we left, we got an e-mail from the state of Virginia saying that due to the tropical storm, the dump station at Lake Anna will be closed for the rest of the year. When we got there, we found that the storm had left a twenty foot hole where the dump station used to be!
The weather has cooled significantly, but all the storms have left everything exceedingly wet. Our first evening, Deb suggests a short walk after dinner. There is a macadam path to the beach which is about half a mile away. From there we decide to hike a short little loop trail to a point not far from the beach. The path is about a mile and a half and it is half an hour before sunset.
Just before sunset, we reached the point, with only another mile through the dark, scary woods to go. I'm starting to see headlines, "Couple survives COVID, but die, lost in the woods twenty feet from their RV." With the light fading, we found our RV and our adult beverages.
Our plan My plan was to visit three day only state parks on the Potomac and then return for a second night at Lake Anna. Our GPS directions to the first park, led us into a high end, gated (and guarded) housing community. After explaining to the guard that it was the GPS and not me, we did a U-turn. With a few reroutings, we bypassed the housing development to get to Widewater State Park. The park had virtually nothing except a huge modern visitors center. With limited internet, I figure out that the next park may have even less than this one. My plan, skip park number 2 and go straight to park 3, Mason Neck. It's a lovely park with miles of trails...yes! With a win under my belt, we head back to Lake Anna for the night.
Because of all the rain, the mushrooms are out in full force, from King Bolete's to Death Trumpets. We take a final hike through the woods before leaving for home.
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Our final day is, of course, somewhat compromised by full holding tanks with no place to dump. With a side excursion to Belle Isle for lunch and a dump, we reach home just in time to mow before the next rain.
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