The Beginning of the Chesapeake

We spent a day in the Bohemia Rivera and took a ride in our dingy to get rid of our garbage and see if the had a store.  It was a two and half mile ride to a marina.  We tied up and looked but no one was around or in the office. It was decided that I decided that I would stay with the dingy and the boys would walk into town (it was also decided that I would throw the garbage in the dumpster) Both things decided by the boys. A marina worker arrived by car and I won't soon forget her. She was very pleasant and we talked about the summer soon coming to an end. Debbie's husband is crabber by trade, he had back surgery this summer and didn't work this season at all. She said it didn't matter much because crabbing was terrible this year and there wasn't much to be had. The local distributor was having to get them from North Carolina. As we continued to talk, she also told me that the marina she worked for would be closed for good October 31 and she would be without a job.  Again it's remarkable how extremely blessed we are to be having and taking this opportunity to see the beautiful east coast. I won't forget Debbie or her husband and I won't take any of this for granted.  Debbie was gracious and said of course we could leave our garbage and she wished us well with a smile. 

Friday we left the Bohemia River and headed to Rock Hall, MD. It was a place Jon had found that offered free dock and electric(this would satisfy one of Aaron's wishes-- the other of course is wifi. After 30 miles of motoring we found our way in to a long town dock that was empty. Good luck for us. Rock Hall is an oyster town, which made clear by the statue on the dock and the $1.00 tram driver that took us to town and have us local history   It was a good stop. We were able to do laundry and restock groceries and beer

 

I choose this picture to give you an idea of the Chesapeake Bay. We have to stay above or around Virginia until November 1st. Then we ll start down the intercostal that begins in Norfolk   

Our boat on the town dock in the little Barbour of Rock Hall. 

The monument built to honor the oyster haulers. 

When we walked back from town the first day, Denise got scared because she thought someone was on her boat Blue. 

 Haha.