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The Inner Islands

Crab Shacks in Mailboat Harbor, Tangier Island

 

It’s been almost fifteen years since I took these photos on Tangier Island. The girls were small, my hair was not grey.

Tomorrow at sunrise I’ll be headed that direction. If the weather cooperates, I and about a dozen other fellows in small handmade boats will leave the Eastern Shore and head for these inner Chesapeake islands – Tangier and Smith. Never been to Smith Island, so this will be my first time.

Thursday night looks grim. Gusts to 30kts, big nasty seas in Tangier Sound, not to be trifled with in small craft. We may stay ashore that night. But the weekend looks very promising.

More later.

One way or another.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Time Re-lapse

 

Jamestown Distributors Feature

 

Got a nice shout-out from Jamestown Distributors today. Their Digital Media Coordinator sent me a nice note saying they were featuring one of my videos on their site. I bought a lot of the supplies from them during construction – things I just couldn’t get anywhere else – so nice to see how things circle back.

 

 

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The Ballad of Holland Island House

The Ballad of Holland Island House from Lynn Tomlinson on Vimeo.

 

This is a lovely piece. You’ll remember last year, while sailing near Deal and Crisfield, I wrote up the story of Holland Island. It has been one of my most visited and favorited posts.

This animation on the same story, made with clay on glass and set to music, is really well done, and the medium lends itself well to the subject.

A nice post on Colossal is here, with additional links:

This is Colossal: Holland Island House

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Quietest Places

the quietest places in the US, mapped

The Quietest Places

Note that even slightly offshore isn’t even on the map.

Nice.

I’m down with that.

 

 

 

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MASCF 2014 ~ St. Michaels, Sunday

 

 

For some reason, Sundays always clear out fast every year at MASCF. By noon it’s all but deserted, with just us diehards still around. Odd, because, and because, it’s usually the nicest day to be there.

In the morning Michael Skalka and I took a sail on Aeon. This is Michael, one of the judges on Saturday. admiring Una:

 

 

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MASCF 2014 ~ St. Michaels, Saturday

Day’s End 

 

Morning is long in the tooth. Missed breakfast. Almost missed coffee, which would have been a bad thing. You know the old church potluck trick, the tip-the-urn-forward-to-get-the-last-half-cup? Just enough caffein in the bottom to fuel requisite fumbling with a camp stove for a batch of the real deal.

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MASCF 2014 ~ To St. Michaels on a Flood Tide

St. Michaels Marina

 

It is dark Friday night when I finally roll into St. Michaels. Much later than usual. Too late to get a campsite or set up a tent, which I didn’t bring anyway. I’ll have to unhitch the boat and find a place to park, sleeping in the car with the gear. Later. First order of business is some food and beer while the restaurants are still open.

There’s a place we favor on the docks by the marina, the St. Michael’s Crab & Steakhouse. It’s at the end of a road, tucked back in a neighborhood off the beaten path, dog friendly (very), with tables outside. Not as touristy as others, mostly locals and regulars, and the food is good. Crossing the road to the bar I see there is water coming up through the storm drains. Not unusual right on the waterfront. I pull out the phone to check the tide schedule, though, and it’s not close to high yet. Four more hours of rising water still to come. Wow, this could get interesting.

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