I love oysters

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There’s lots to love about the Delmarva Peninsula. Currently Cambridge, MD is my favorite. I’m dreaming about visiting next year. (My toe feels good most of the time.)

I love this mural on Race St. It’s a mosaic. Jen Wagner created the mural showing Cambridge’s history with community members. Whenever I’m in Cambridge I visit this mural in a small square off Race St.

 

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Returning May 2017

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I love swimming after work. I hurry home to change into my bathing suit and pack a light supper. Driving to the little beach on the Chesapeake Bay closest to my home takes longer than it does weekends. Tension accumulated during the rush hour drive is erased by the waves lapping the shore, the lightly salted water, and the warm sand. I relax and smile.

Warm enough?

Swimming on my birthday (May 13) is a dicey proposition in Maryland. The Rock Hall post prompted this memory.

Is my pride in analysis warranted or misplaced?

I start testing the Chesapeake Bay temperature in late April.  The results fall into one of these categories:

  1. Run away
  2. EEEEEK!
  3. Yikes!
  4. Okay…..not really
  5. Nice enough
  6. Yeah!

This year’s results: 4. Okay…..not really. I swam for 10 minutes anyway.

If I can swim before Memorial Day Weekend…..Score! Success!

 

Rock Hall

I wanted a quiet birthday weekend a few years ago: swimming, listening to music, art galleries, and some shopping. Rock Hall, opposite my usual spot on the Chesapeake Bay fit my needs.

The tiny beach with an expansive view across the Chesapeake Bay….. fantastic for relaxing swims and picnics. Friendly folks and cheerful small talk…..I really enjoyed it.

A fantastic intimate music venue right in town, the Mainstay, had Dick Durham and Stef Scaggiari, a super piano concert. World famous musicians often perform at the Mainstay in sleepy Rock Hall.

Seafood galore, yummy blueberry waffles for breakfast, and lunch to go…..I love eating on the beach. I love eating! Casual, relaxed, delicious dining is a Rock Hall specialty.

The shops on Main Street and Oyster Court, including a farmers market surprised me with several gifts (including one for me) and more goodies (strawberries) for lunch on the beach.

Go, for a peaceful, relaxing, seafood-full weekend, visit Rock Hall.

Becoming a water rat

Swimming….I love it. Pools are OK.

I’m home when I’m swimming in natural water.

A toddler in the early 1960’s….the ocean….splashing in the waves at Rockaway Beach. We summered in a rented bungalow on Beach 98th St. half a block form the subway and half a block from Playland. I lived in paradise all summer long.

In 1968 during day trips to Rockaway Beach, Dad taught us to body surf. Body surfing….free….easy….fantastic.

My brother, his friends and I competed for longest rides. We traded war stories about scraped chests. In 1971 I learned to check that my bikini top was in the right place.

“Mom, can I go to the beach with my friends?” Mom sighed, “if your sister goes.” And later, “take your little sister.” Summers in junior high and high school meant 2 hour subway rides each way to Rockaway Beach.

While there are no waves in the Chesapeake Bay, my go to spot is 20 – 3o minute drive and I feel free….easy….fantastic.