“Showers and Lime”
Once we docked for the remainder of the day, I couldn’t get to the shower fast enough. Brian had me take a picture of the codes to the restroom area. There was a door to get in and then a separate door to get into the showers.
It took me a couple tries, but I finally figured it out and got into the shower area. I realized I didn’t have my toiletries bag and begrudgingly walk back down to the boat to retrieve it. They gave us one of the slips furthest away from the building, perhaps for privacy that would be needed later. 😉
I walked back to the boat, grabbed my shower bag and headed back to the shower. Once I got there I realized I didn’t know the code, or have my phone. Back to the boat again to ask Brian the codes. After 3 attempts, I had a cherished shower and was ready to spend some quality time on land.
The restaurant, Surf Rider, that I researched looked close on an electronic map, zoomed out. It was a mile and half away in reality, and it was HOT. The walk was entertaining at least.



Walking through the town of Hampton, Brian got a big grin on his face as he looked down the sidewalk. I wonder what the heck he was smiling about, and then I knew.
There on the corner sat 4 Lime scooters.

(I have a history of crashing while renting this wonderful modes of transportation.)
My eyes popped open, fighting back against the blazing sun. It wasn’t a mirage, it really was Lime scooters, lined up, awaiting my app download.
“OH MY GOD,” I yelled too loudly, but I was fucking excited. It doesn’t take much for me, “My favorite thing to do when Brian and I are out.”
“Baby,” I said.
“Huh?” he answered. He tried to act like he didn’t see them. I knew THAT was impossible.
“I wanna go have some drinks, and ride the Lime!”
“No drinks,” he answered.
“Just one drink.” It was a statement, not a question. I dropped the Lime talk and continued walking in the sweltering heat, not waiting for anymore negativity.
“Where is the shade in this state?” I asked Brian jokingly. A man walking ahead of us turned around and answered, “there is none.”
He wasn’t exaggerating.
The restaurant was also a hotel. It had a decent pool with a diving board, but the only thing swimming was a duck. I couldn’t believe the hotel let a duck swim around in their pool. There’s no shortage of water for the duck and he’d never get fish out of the pool.
It didn’t bother me that much, because I consider jumping in anyway. My skin was melting!
I learned as we were walked to our table, the duck only had one foot. I wondered if it was only missing the web and had a leg stilt, or if the whole shebang was gone.
The food was worth the walk.


We stuffed ourselves to the max because there is no room for leftovers on a boat. On the also hot walk back, we stopped at a General Dollar for odds and ends. I knew it was suspicious when Brian asked me to hold his snacks for a minute. I gave him the subtle “snack finger” in response to his picture taking.

We made it back to the boat after riding scooters, poorly, but did not bust any up this time. We wanted some docked time so we didn’t stay out long.
If the boat’s a rockin’, don’t come knockin’.
Ey, Ey, Captain,
~P.
Next up,
Lower Chesapeake Part 5 “Cape Charles & the Abandoned Zombie Ships”
Miss my previous sailboat story posts? Catch up here.
How I came to own a sailboat: https://girlboxer1970.blog/2022/04/27/happy-birthday-sailboat/
The start: https://girlboxer1970.blog/2022/05/03/lower-chesapeake-tour-part-1/
Choppy Waters: https://girlboxer1970.blog/2022/05/07/lower-chesapeake-tour-part-2/
Nude Sailing: https://girlboxer1970.blog/2022/05/16/lower-chesapeake-tour-part-3/