Tie up at Parks Marina and visit one of the last waterman communities in the Chesapeake
A shoal follows the point of land's finger far out into the Graveyard of the Atlantic.
Heaving swells, grown powerful in their travel across the ocean, thrash in agony as they meet the shoal and die. Seagulls and pelicans bank warily overhead, though fish by the hundreds flash in the shallows. They know that swooping down for a meal can bring crash landings as the waves leap and lunge.
She’s the Lady of the Low Country, surrounded with marsh, winding creeks, palmetto and pine. Her low skyline, punctuated by the steeples of St. Michael’s and St. Philip’s churches, blends gracefully into her bordering rivers.
A Sea of Cortez charter follows in John Steinbeck’s wake
On our second day out from La Paz, heading roughly north over the Sea of Cortez, I recognized yet another familiar shape — two of them, actually.
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