Skipjacks are vessels of a vanishing fleet -- the nation's last to work under sail. So reads the brochure for the Rebecca T. Ruark, a skipjack from 1886 which still sails at sunset daily from Dogwood Harbor on Tilghman Island, under the direction of Captain Wade Murphy. Doug and I took the 2-hour … [Read more...] about Vanishing
Swimming with the Sting Rays & Other Water Follies
This week we went camping along the Chesapeake Bay at Breezy Point. We had 3 empty campsites on either side of us and a whole stretch of beach to ourselves. It was bliss, except for the extreme heat! I spent the morning and evening hours searching for sharks' teeth on the sand and at the edge of the … [Read more...] about Swimming with the Sting Rays & Other Water Follies
That’s Well: Sailor-Talk
Gale-force wind, pounding spray, ropes thick like a muscled forearm -- these images floated through my mind when my husband asked if I wanted to go sailing on a Tall Ship. Last Saturday we took a 3 hour sail (cue the Gilligan's Island theme music) on The Pride of Baltimore, a schooner like the ones … [Read more...] about That’s Well: Sailor-Talk
Winter Beach: Sharks Teeth
We're beach people. ?Winter beach people, that is. A day off from the pulpit sent us to a different venue for worship. Yesterday was an ideal beach day. ?The waterscape was a hundred shades of blue, and the Bay's surface was smooth linoleum, like a hospital hallway right after the buffing machine … [Read more...] about Winter Beach: Sharks Teeth