Crossing the Chesapeake Bay Bridge with an RV

New experiences make it annoying and I assume that this is true for most people. The first towing of a fifth wheel on a large tunnel was the first experience of that. To the top this tunnel was one of the best I knew: the Chesapeake Bay Bridge tunnel or simply the bridge tunnel when talking to locals.

The Bridge-Tunnel occupies quite a place for those who appreciate stringent engineering projects. It is a 20-mile bridge on the United States Highway 13 connecting the Delmarva Peninsula to Virginia over Chesapeake Bay. Two miles out of the 20 miles downstream of the bay, allowing large ships to pass.

  • For tunnels like us, tunnels have to face some challenges:
    • Determine whether propane is allowed
    • RV towing on two narrow lanes
    • which was a separate option in January. After that, the bridge tunnel was added to our roadmap in order to avoid the winter time in the mountains on the west coast of the bay.

      Early in the morning we left the RV park near Ocean City, Maryland, to pull out the coming thunderstorms.
      Just half an hour before the Bridge Tunnel was hit, it seemed as though he was able to stay ahead of the storm.
      While this was one, the driver decided to break through an electric wire and stopped the traffic lanes for an hour.

      As the traffic started again, the wind began to blow.
      By the time he reached the bridge toll booths, strong winds and rain crashed the truck and trailer. Our hopes of crossing the gulf before the storm disappeared.

      A few days before our trip we contacted CBBT in order to allow propane through the tunnels.
      They told us that as long as we stopped the propane in the bottle, we could freely cross.
      When we got to the toll, we were looking for the rest area they told us to walk through and stop the propane.
      Due to the cold weather, the furnace had to be run as long as possible to prevent the piping from freezing.
      A few hundred meters from the gate, a sign turned to the left of the rest area, but it seemed to us to be on a dirt road.
      At that time we did not notice the parking lot a little further, right in front of the gate.

      I thought I missed it, and after listening to rigid fines, when talking to the propane, I decided to move to the right shoulder before the toll. It took only a few seconds for me to jump and switch off the propane bottles, but that was enough to let truckers make unfair remarks over the exclusive car park
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      . Looking back on the situation, I can not imagine a problem with me having I jumped on the stand and explained to the companion that I missed the tour and still needed to turn off the propane.

      It was our expectation that the companion asked us to take the U-band into the parking lot (the one was previously missing) until the high wind was clear.
      We entered the parking lot and joined a couple of cars we've been redirecting. Shortly there were trucks and wagons in the parking lot.

      We had a quick lunch, and we decided to rest. All of us had mild cold symptoms, and disruption from driving could be fun. It was hard to sleep in the rolling trailer and the heavy rain, but it felt like it was refreshing.
      Four hours after stopping at the parking lot, the winds calmed down.
      Officials came through the parking lot with flashing lights and sirens to let us know how to cross. Talk to a traffic jam! Hundreds of RVs and lorries started off the only exit from all directions. Starting from the number of vehicles, the parking space was surprisingly faster with some of the officials in circulation.

      The cloudy, gray waves stirred by moderate winds dampened the intersection.
      They still felt the wind blowing when they came to the fifth wheel and thanked us that I did not have to cross the storm.
      After five o'clock, we finally arrived at the Virginia Mainland.

      I'm not sure what the situation is about Norfolk, but despite having lived in the past several times, I always turn in the wrong direction; this time it was no exception.

      We had printed routes, truck map and GPS, but we managed to make a turn that took us to the northern part of the city. As the deer were working in our city, despite the best efforts, they got upset.

      It was not a crime for Virginia's good man, but because of Norfolk we both lost our map reading capabilities and made our situation worse in every situation.

      It was time to take a break. We went to a store park and took a deep breath to regain our calm. Patially we reviewed the maps again and planned to exit this trap. Eventually, we left Norfolk and resigned to miss our half-day trip. As we started in the sun, a fiery red sunset melted the remaining concerns.

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