Day 49 of Year Long Roadtrip Following Scenic Byways in the USA
I’m afraid I don’t have much to write about today…it was that time of the month…time to get an oil change and the spark plugs replaced. At Charlie’s recommendation, I took VANilla to Rosemont Tire and Service to get lubed up for the rest of our adventure. The staff was extremely accommodating, allowing the dogs to hang out in the lounge area with me for the morning. Thank goodness, because the outdoors was frosty and our short walk in the park nearby was VERY cold!
Unfortunately, one of the plugs cracked (which only had to be replaced for warranty purposes otherwise it wasn’t necessary), so it took until around 11 before I could start my journey down Maryland’s Eastern Shore. The good news is I won’t need another spark plug change for 40,000 miles!
After passing over the Chesapeake and Delaware Canal, which connects the Chesapeake Bay to the Atlantic Ocean and saves boaters a 300 mile journey around the Delmarva Penninsula, and driving along a highway flanked with horse farms, I made my first stop Maryland’s Eastern Shore at Chestertown’s waterfront.
At the waterfront in 1774, the townsfolk, disgusted with the British tax on tea, dumped a large shipment into the harbor. This act, similar to the Boston Tea Party in 1773, is celebrated every year. Today, however, the water’s edge was covered in waterfowl.
Ok, so I’m silly tired right now…hope that brought back memories of Kindergarten for you!
Before I left the area, the dogs and I walked along a short wooden bridge aside the water. Then I delighted in a Maryland crab cake at the dockside restaurant.
Wye Grist Mill
Our next stop along Maryland’s Eastern Shore was the Town of Wye Mills which got its name from Wye Grist Mill. The Wye Grist Mill, constructed in 1682, is one of the few remaining mills in on the East Coast. In addtion, it is the oldest working mill in Maryland. During the American Revolution, this mill along with many others provided flour to George Washington and his troops via the Chesapeake Bay, dubbing the Eastern Shore “the Breadbasket of the American Revolution”.
Village of St. Michael’s on Maryland’s Eastern Shore
We quickly drove through the Village of St. Michael’s to get a glimpse of the yachts scattered about the harbor and then made a hard left toward Bellevue where the Oxford-Bellevue Ferry has operated since 1683. We didn’t have time to take the nine car ferry to Oxford, nor did the dogs and I find the cache hidden nearby as there were too many muggles launching boats into the Tred Avon River.
With the opportunity to see my cousin Kari in D.C., we skipped the last two stops of the drive and retraced our tracks to Wye Mills where we crossed the bridge to Annapolis and Washington D.C. I arrived at Kari’s efficiency in Arlington just in time for dinner; spaghetti and meatballs, kindly cooked by her boyfriend Will.
After dinner we went to a show that cast Will’s brother. The show was a series of plays performed over five weeks to raise money for charity. We attended week five, thus we saw the last “episode” or “scene” of each play. It was quite interesting as the scene started up where it left off the prior week thus a narrator provides some back story for the new patrons.
At the end of the evening, the audience votes for its favorite play, and the charity associated with such play receives the proceeds from the evening. The play in which Will’s brother acted won 4 of the 5 weeks…awesome! After enjoying the theater, we sipped a beer at Rock Bottom Brewery and suffered through the Ranger’s final loss of the World Series. Well, at least they made it! We had a great evening and stayed up until the wee hours of the morning comparing travels as Kari is a traveler too. It was so fun! ETB