My father once said power boating is about points "A" and "B". Sailing is about the journey in between. While I heartedly agree, there were a couple "points" where we lingered and just enjoyed the world. One was the town of Onancock on the Eastern Shore and the other, Reedville on the western shore's Great Wicomico. Both seem to be hanging in limbo. Steamboat ferries and oyster boom days are long gone. Far too many outsiders have moved in, but thankfully the boutique rabble had gone with the summer. What is left is a genuine charm and proud history for any who'd slow down to take notice.
|The replica "Godspeed" at Onancock's wharf.|
|Some late afternoon essentials on the Occohannock Creek.|
|A Reedville Captains home. Classic form.|
|Lovely skiff details.|
|Scenery on Cockrell Creek.|
|Part of Reedville's (Fleeton's) menhaden fleet.|
|Hard workers of the menhaden fleet.|
|Our neighbors in Reedville.|
|Me first matey. None better.|
So, there you have it, just a taste of a poorly photographed week, but perhaps you get a hint of the beauty experienced. I leave you with a portion of our last sail home. Enjoy!