By Jason Covington
On Saturday we loaded our gear in the car and waited for our sons nap time and headed to the trail while he slept in the car. When he woke up we unpacked and hit the trail!
It was early afternoon and we really didn't have a game plan except to have fun. My wife is four months preggers, so we were taking it easy — zig zagging from the WMRT to the C&O and back with lots of breaks sprinkled in so the lil'man could run around. We stopped at someplace that was right on the trail in Hancock for ice cream and root beer. Then we stopped at White Rock Hiker Biker Campsite for a break and decided to make it our home for the night.
We set up camp, then went for a swim in the Potomac River. We thought we were going to have the campsite to ourselves but right when my wife was putting our son to sleep, two guys that were cycling from Rehobeth to San Francisco showed up. Our son proceeded to cry for the next twenty minutes when he heard them. The guys had a 70-mile day, but I think they were questioning their choice in a place to end their day. Our son is a super-experienced camper, and I'm not sure why he was so upset. Maybe he just wanted to meet our camp mates. But everyone settled in for a nice night under the stars.