After a solid week in Solomons avoiding Dorian and his friends we were finally ready to head south again. In the interim I had found a little marina for us to try called Chesapeake Boat Basin, up yet another Indian Creek, a couple of creeks down from our crab pot anchorage on the way up the bay. Heather had already had her fill of the local color on Tangier Island.
The marina manager recognized the area codes on our phones, and it turns out he used to live in the still tiny town of Paulden AZ, near Prescott where I grew up. We reminisced about our local US congressman Sam Steiger shooting the deadly mules he said had charged him after he entered their enclosure. Arizona still maintains its fine tradition of interesting political representation. When Paulden became too big (?!) he moved to St. George UT, then had ended up here, near where his wife was from. Small world.
We borrowed the dock car (van) and had dinner at a place in the little town up the road called NN Burger. It's hard not to like a place that has Rum Runners on tap, and shakes that looked amazing, although I just didn't have the room to try one this time. The fries were this interesting cross between spiral cut potato chips but thicker, but then thinner than even Shake Shack shoestring fries, almost crispy but almost leathery (?) with some sort of sauce drizzled on top. Tastier than my description makes it seem (and franchises available!).
The next day we crossed the bay again to Cape Charles. We were told on the radio our slip number was on the D dock, but that the docks were marked with semaphore flags. We had to quickly review at least the beginning of the alphabet.
We were tired, Cape Charles was small, and apparently a lot of it was closed on this day, so we had dinner at a little place just right off the docks. We'll explore more next time since this is a pretty convenient spot just north of Norfolk.
On the next day, south towards Norfolk we go, past the last of the lighthouses in the bay. Goodbye Chesapeake - see you next year!
As we were passing through Norfolk one of the ships in dry dock looked pretty impressive.
Railroad bridges were conspiring against us to keep us from getting to our marina before the deli closed. Most of the time this is what stress looks like on a boat (except for docking). Below are three railroad cars that were obviously urgently needed somewhere else.
The next RR bridge was paired with a highway bridge. You can see the containers on the RR cars just below the car bridge deck. Finally the train passed and both bridges opened. After pressing the engine and a hasty docking we got to the Top Rack marina deli just in time for a take out order. Crisis averted.
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