I write as we’re driving from The Ovens to Anapolis Royal.
We rushed through yesterday’s blog due to limited access but that leg of our journey deserves a bit more. It’s hard to put on paper (or screen) why that place was so special. Upon arrival The Ovens campsite was not impressive except for its natural surroundings. Like I said before, the bathrooms and showers were pretty tired, the pool, even the picnic tables.
But the views and vistas, trails and cliffs, water caves and climbing rocks combined with the friendliest, most down-to-earth, interesting people working there gave it a bit of magic. The cast of characters that we met at the Ol’ Miner Diner both nights could not have been scripted better. (We’re still not sure if the woman wearing reflective crossing-guard gear and a wool hat holding light bulbs was Steve’s wife, an employee or visitor) Leading the group was Steve Chapin and his son Jonathan.
They are up here from Memorial Day to Labor day entertaining folks day and night. When not serving homemade soups, suppers and desserts, as well as wine and beer, Jonathan is accompanying Steve on bass. The tunes are all 30s and 40s show tunes but with the folksy Chapin spin. The kids offered them their gold pans to autograph, our best keepsakes yet.
A day late, but sending happy birthday wishes to Gene.
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