Rain pounded down and the wind whipped for at least three to five days… I’ve actually lost track! Losing track must be a coping mechanism—I mean after about the 12th Bayliner-interior new drip/puddle/sopping-wet-clothes-in-closet/blown fuse outlets/etc discovery, you just kind of let go and realize that moisture is but the source of all life! And luckily, as mentioned in the last post, we had a rental car through the weekend so that meant we could ignore the boat issues and moisture and instead explore areas that the boat (wet or dry) otherwise won’t reach. In addition to just driving around and noticing things (like mega chicken processing plants with tons of birds circling above), we stopped at some more tourist-type destinations:
The last post didn’t really remind readers about that 4th grade horse lover hit: Misty of Chincoteague … but these are the ponies of Chincoteague that inspired that great Newberry winner! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1X1MnrvRz0
We continue to be fully entertained at the small, random museums we come across. Michener’s Chesapeake really hits home when we see exhibits about things that he spent hundreds of pages describing and about which, beforehand, we had never had any idea.
We also stopped at the NASA Wallops Flight Facility for some current updates on the heels of the visit to the Hampton Flight and Space Museum last week.
Getting off the boat during some rain and wind breaks in that adorable town of Onancock (which by the way is native for Place of the Misty Fog….NOT making that up!) :
The weather finally appeared to clear so we could depart. But for the very first time in this journey, B shoved the boat off the dock and didn’t jump on. Instead B and Ziggy drove the rental car 60 miles north on the roads to the next marina while N solo’d the 25 miles via water.
Waving good bye to each other!
Despite the wind kicking in by surprise on the short journey and having to bear through the biggest waves yet all by himself, N powered through and showed up at the next marina (albeit a bit white-knuckled). At least he didn’t have to be distracted by B or Z tossing cookies! We probably learned some other more valuable lessons on that one.
Crisfield isn’t much of a town other than having some friendly folks around now that the railroad is gone, the once famous fish and crab processing plants are basically all closed and the 21st century leaves it behind. Yet because of its deep accessible port (unlike all the quainter towns that are up little river inlets like at Onancock (see feature photo at top–that is the head of a stream that leads to an inlet that leads to Chesapeake Bay), the cruise ships can come into port here for a stop.
By the way, although the sky is blue in those last few pictures it remains windy and cold!
So after all the “exercise” and cold, windy weather, we thought we’d take advantage and sit inside the boater’s lounge at the marina and remind ourselves what it feels like to watch TV.
CHECK THE HOME PAGE…I will try to add a map of the Chesapeake region there!