Tuesday, June 14, 1994 - Jamestown, VA

First thing we did this morning was move the boat, as Roy wanted to do yesterday. Anchored just off the little community of Scotland, across the river from Jamestown. A ferry goes back and forth between Scotland and Jamestown 24 hours a day, so it's very convenient. The fare for pedestrians is only 25 cents!
Had a fun trip across. Walked up to the cafe we ate in yesterday. The temperature was in the 90's, so we were glad to get into the air-
conditioned building, and we lingered over lunch. By the time we got to the ticket desk to go into the museum and fort, it was three o'clock, and the woman at the desk advised us we wouldn't have time to see much, because they close at five. I had thought this was a national park, like the one on the other side of the bridge, so we'd be able to get in free on my Golden Age pass, but it turned out this is run by the Commonwealth of Virginia and costs $6.75 apiece. We decided to wait until tomorrow and get here earlier.
We needed chicken for supper. There weren't any grocery stores nearby, but someone told us there was a 7-11 half a mile down the road, so I set out for it while Roy rested in the shade. I walked half a mile, and then another half mile, and then another half mile. I was about to turn around, when I saw a little nursery on the other side of the road, so I crossed over and asked the clerk if there was a grocery store nearby. She told me, "There's a 7-11 right over here on the corner. If you spit, you'd hit it, it's that close." She must have had a fantastic spitter; I not only couldn't hit it spitting, it was all I could do to walk to it. It must have been at least another quarter mile, and I was hot and thirsty. Seemed as if I was halfway to Williamsburg by then.
Finally got to the 7-11, but they didn't have anything edible--
just lunchmeat and bacon and hot dogs. Bought an ice cream bar to slake my thirst and started back. Of course, the chocolate melted all over my hand, so when I got back to the Jamestown Cafe area, I went in the restroom and washed my hands.
I'd noticed a sign that said "Jamestown Yacht Basin Entrance", so out of curiosity, I walked over there. It was 99.9% power boats, with one tiny little sailboat. I went in the office and asked how deep the water was. The man looked out the window and said, "Right now, about six feet." I asked how deep it was at its lowest, and he said, "Three and a half feet." That ended that conversation in a hurry.
Went back to where I'd left Roy, but he was nowhere to be seen. There was a little campground store where I was able to buy a quart of milk at an outrageous price. Then I started strolling towards the ferry dock, looking under the shade trees for Roy. He had said he'd meet me between there and the ferry, but I got all the way to the gate without seeing him. Two guys were sitting in a golf cart taking tickets, so I described Roy to one of them, and he said Roy had gone over on the ferry an hour ago! I was dumbfounded. The only thing for me to do was to take the next ferry. On the way, we passed the ferry going in the opposite direction. I had a hunch Roy might be on it, but it was too far away to recognize anyone.
Sure enough, when I got back to the Royaks, Roy wasn't there. I knew he had to come back to his Royak eventually, so I sat on the beach and waited. When the next ferry came in, I walked over to the dock. There came Roy. He had been on the ferry that passed me. He had ridden over and back for fun and the cool breeze. What better way to pass the time for a quarter?
We returned to the boat and ate sardines for supper.