Yesterday my husband and I set out for points east of the Shire.
Our journey began by crossing almost twenty miles of water,
and although there were plenty of white fishing boats
bobbing in the water like corks, we were not among them.
We set out across the expanse of water not by sail, not by ferry.
We drove over and under the sea
via the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel.*
Seeing the water from that vantage point is wondrous.
Near the shoreline, the water appears gray,
with no hint of the brilliant color the sea will reflect
as one moves on to clearer water.
As the Atlantic Ocean meets the Chesapeake Bay,
the water near the bridge appears deeply emerald green.
Farther, its hue a soothing aquamarine;
and at the horizon line a gauzy blue-gray.
It is very appealing, whether seeing it for the first time or the hundredth.
But this time I was thrilled to see something I had never seen before:
thousands and thousands of electric blue sparkles,
glinting reflections of the sun on the sea-green waves.
I'm sure that image will remain in my memory.
As we approached the North Cove at Fisherman's Island,
white-capped breakers rolled onto shore.
Watermen in jon boats fished the waters of
what is called the Virginia Inside Passage,
and soon we had arrived at our destination.
It is a place with trees, flowers, and fields;
birds and butterflies; inquisitive wildlife, sandy beaches,
and even concrete boats tethered together on the Bay.
Where in the world do these elements converge?
Find out in tomorrow's Still Waters blog.
Here's a link to the Bay Bridge Tunnel homepage.
It has lots of information and some good photos: