In Chesapeake City, we rafted up with Mel and Jean on our sister-ship Dovekie that we had met up with in Cape May. We went up to the Tap Room for the traditional first steamed crabs of the season and a couple of beers. (Back here for the last crabs of the season in the spring.)
We thought we'd gotten to Annapolis a week before the boat shows. WRONG! We were there for the beginning of the boat show, anchored up Spa Creek in front of a house that was for sale for $5,995,000.00. We ran some quick errands and got out as fast as possible, but only after we got together with our daughter's great friend Patty and Jeremy. The live just up the road (on the OTHER side of the creek) and are going to be married in a couple of weeks in Philadelphia. Patty and Jeremy
We escaped across the Bay to some great places we had missed before. The first stop was Crisfield, at one time the "Crab Capitol of the World", now trying to keep as much of the old as they can while they add upscale condos, vacation homes, etc.The Somers Cove Marina at Crisfield is quite large and is owned and run by the state. Except for a few of us "Snowbirds", the "season" comes to a screeching halt on Labor Day. There's a nice museum (with a daily walking tour in season), good restaurants (including a crabhouse, of course), old fashioned hardware store and a decent grocery. Even a pool (closed after the season).
From Crisfield, we toured Smith and Tangier Islands, low lying marshland with a few dry spots in the middle of the Bay, accessible only by water. Their government is their Methodist Church and their economy is crabs and the few tourists they can pull in during the season.
After eating our fill of crabs and oysters, we departed the Eastern Shore and island for one of the anchorages in Jackson Creek in Deltaville, Virginia.