Sunday, July 5, 2015

Double Trouble on Delta


When the Good Girls flew home from Norfolk a few months ago, the escapade on Delta took over 24 hours.  Our original one o’clock flight had been canceled and the re-booked evening flight kept getting postponed. We finally made it to Atlanta but then had to hang around the lobby with other stranded travelers until nearly 4 a.m. By the time we returned to Jacksonville Airport, passengers and flights for the next day were arriving and departing.




To begin our Two Nation Vacation, we scheduled a 7 a.m. flight to Halifax through New York's La Guardia Airport. At 5:30 p.m. the night before departure, we were informed of a flight cancellation. Delta re-booked us on a 5:20 p.m. flight the next day, with an estimated arrival time of midnight. The good news was we were at home this time, not at the airport, but we would miss a day’s activity. 

Delta did not divulge the reason for the cancellation, but airport personnel eventually told us that it was due to weather. Really?  Cancel a flight almost 14 hours early (in the summer) due to weather? 

Within a few days, Delta sent us a survey. We responded politely but voiced our disappointment.  Judy was rewarded an extra 2,500 miles and 5,000 for Debi as she has Gold Elite status with Delta.  Thanks, but we’d truly like more timely departures in the future.


Arrival in Halifax

The Westin Nova Scotia


When the delayed flight finally got us to the capital of Nova Scotia, a little after midnight, we weren’t expecting such a rude awakening. Deplaning took place on the tarmac with the wind and rain howling in our faces. We had to run down the outdoors stairs (which is difficult for Judy) and into the terminal as fast as possible. Thankfully customs proceeded quickly, and we were off to the Westin Nova Scotia.  

At the Westin, we discovered a lovely surprise: a fruit and cheese tray awaited in our rooms. Grapes and cheddar taste awfully good at 1:30 in the morning, and Heavenly Beds at the Westin are the best!

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Still Galloping along the Eastern Shore

Tommy Clark with a shipment being loaded for New York's Fulton Fish Market.
Having eaten enough Chincoteague oysters to start a farm we thought it time to go see one. Tommy Clark, owner of Don's Seafood restaurant, invited us to his, Tom's Cove Aquafarm, where clams and oysters thrive and every month has an "r".

Sorting machine
As we arrived they were bagging an order of clams for the Grand Central Oyster Bar in New York City and an ingenious machine was spitting out the bivalves according to size. This sorting machine replaced 25 people, a boon to an otherwise labor intensive business in an area that produces 90 % of the clams on the East coast.

Within an hour, a truck load was on its way so that diners could enjoy them tonight and tomorrow.






 We got to see the lab because the hatchery was inactive. So delicate is this process that if one person wearing perfume enters it can wipe out a whole batch.
The oyster nursery.


Oysters are bred here in the lab where microscopically small oyster larva is introduced to sand grain-sized oyster shell in aerated water. The larva attaches itself to the shell and begins life in a tank of water. Later, the youngsters will be taken to deep water to live, grow and be harvested in two years for small oysters, four to five years for large ones. Leave them alone and they can live for up to 23 years.

Hmm, do old oysters get tough? Didn't think to ask.

Oysters and clams waiting to be harvested.






 Because of their track record for safe growing and harvesting, Tom's has permission to keep a one-week supply on hand in case of bad weather.
The "baskets," kept in waters off the dock, weigh 80 pounds apiece and are moved to the shore as needed for gathering and shipping.

Harvesting. Photo by Debi Lander.
Hopkins & Bros. Store, Onancock.
Our next stop was the once thriving port of Onancock, a pretty little town, where we stopped at the centuries old Hopkins & Bros. Store on Onancock Creek.








Ker Place


After lunch next door it was on to Ker (pronounced "car") Place, headquarters of the Eastern Shore of Virginia Historical Society.
Dining room









A fine Federal period Georgian style home, it was built between 1799 and 1803 by the rich merchant farmer John Shepherd Ker and his wife, Agnes Corbin Ker. It has been restored to its original appearance from the woodwork to the colors of the painted faux finishes.

During the day, Debi managed to continue the oyster theme by trying on the togs of an oysterman,
Ready to battle bivalves.






Cape Charles was our final stop. Awaiting us was the brand new, handsomely appointed contemporary Hotel Cape Charles tucked unobtrusively into the downtown facade. 

Oh, for a bottle of wine and time to sit on the cozy balcony that comes with each room and watch the inaction on the street, but we pressed on. An amble down the main street was followed by a look at a few of the town's many attractive B & Bs. A brief glance at Cape Charles Beach and it was time to walk over to the bay for dinner at The Shanty.

The Shanty
What a surprise. Masquerading as a typical seafood shack, The Shanty was a huge open space centered by a lively bar. Behind the wall, though, was a kitchen that turned out anything but ordinary fare. From grilled asparagus to soft shelled crab, they pleased our palates.

Soft shelled crab.
This was going to be our last chance to enjoy fresh Eastern Shore oysters and we were dismayed when told they were out of our favorite treat. We were almost resigned to ordering fish when our waitress said the chef had taken pity on us and agreed to shuck and fry the singles being saved for half shell orders.

What a treat and we knew it, having learned from Tom that morning that shuckers, the small-sizes used for cooking, sell for $40 a bushel while the big singles go for $100-$140 a bushel.

We left full of appreciation for the soft, salty bivalves and the generous, welcoming inhabitants of Virginia's Eastern Shore.







Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Galloping along Virgiinia's Eastern Shore

Chincoteague, VA. Photo by Debi Lander.
Rugged men, resourceful women, wild ponies running free and oysters worth slurping occupy the Eastern Shore year 'round. Off-islanders visit when the water warms and the weather is better along this 70-mile-long pointy finger of a peninsula from Kiptopeke in the south to the bottom half of Assateague Island to the north.

You know this peninsula with the longest stretch of undeveloped barrier islands on the East Coast (23) has to be worth visiting when you consider the effort and expense of building and maintaining the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel connecting it to the mainland. The 17-mile-long creation is considered one of the seven engineering marvels of the world.

Barrier Island Center. Photo © by Judy Wells.
One road stretches like a spine from end to end of the peninsula, giving residents a simple way to identify their locale: baysider or seasider, up the road or down the road. Our first stop was The Barrier Island Center in Machipongo, an enjoyable way to learn what life on barrier islands was like.

Westerners have been settling here since the 1600s. Early cash crops were salt and wool. The salt came from the ocean and settlers found a cheap and easy way to control sheep for the wool: maroon them on smaller barrier islands where they could forage for themselves. Today the descendents of those 17th century sheep are adding to the historical accuracy of Colonial Williamsburg and Mount Vernon.

By the 1800s rich northerners were flocking to Hog Island for the hunting and fishing.
Hog Island Hotel desk. Photo © by Judy Wells.
 A large part of the center's displays are dedicated to the community of watermen on Hog Island that was washed away and deserted following a storm in the 1930s.

From the Hog Island Hotel front desk and the watermen's boats to locally carved wooden decoys and the annual July Fourth baseball games and the recipes for food to fuel them, displays emphasize personal lifestyles.










The 17th century cook house, left, and what had been the African-American women's housing. Photo © by Judy Wells.
The Center's building comes with its own history having served as the Almshouse Farm since 1803. Machipongo, by the way, is an Indian word meaning place of fine dust and flies. It was windy during our visit which kept the flies down and the thriving grass took care of the fine dust.


If, like Judy, you grew up on Newberry Award-winner Marguerite Henry's books and fell in Love with "Misty of Chincoteague," the Museum of Chincoteague  will be a must stop. The protagonist of that book is stuffed and on display as is Stormy, her third and last foal. So are other mementos of life on Chincoteague, but after the Center you will have seen much of that already. You may leave wishing you had kept going with only Wesley Dennis's illustrations of Misty, but go ahead and stop anyway.



Stormy



















Misty
View from the Visitors Center. Photo © by Judy Wells.
We went to the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge to look for the real things, the wild ponies that live on Assateague Island. The popular myth is that they were washed ashore from a capsized Spanish galleon, but genetics indicate they were of domestic stock that were put on the islands to escape a livestock tax and turned feral over the centuries.
Chincoteague ponies.
After checking with the National Park Service Visitors Center at Little Toms Cove, we found a threesome in the distance while driving along the Wildlife Loop Road, where we also encountered bird watchers sitting in lawn chairs to watch an eagle's nest.
One very preggnant mare and a Misty look-alike. Photo by Debi Lander.
Denise Bowden,
We heard a lot more about the ponies during dinner at Don's Seafood where we met Denise Bowden, the first woman accepted into the Chincoteague Volunteer Fire Company. The company owns and is allowed to graze the 150 ponies on the Virginia end of Assateague. Some 30-40 ponies live on the Maryland end of Assateague, their numbers controlled by artificial birth control.
Fairgrounds.









Since the early 1940s, said Denise, the Chincoteague firemen have auctioned off young ponies as a way to control the size of the herd and to raise money for equipment. The round up, swim from Assateague to Chincoteague, pony penning, auction and carnival are held the last consecutive Tuesday and Wednesday of July. Preliminaries - rounding up the herds, walking them to the assembly area and checking the ponies for health and destiny - fills Saturday through Tuesday. The swim takes place on Wednesday, the auction on Thursday, Friday the ponies swim back to Assateague and, as Denise says, "Saturday we fall out."

Easily understood when a town of 3,000 hosts 50,000 or more visitors.

Make way for ducks and ducklings.
It's easy to see how Chincoteague has been voted happiest town, best seaside town and other hospitality and lifestyle kudos over the years. Ducks have the right-of-way, locals are surrounded by sea and bay with all of its bounty, the wild things that live or visit are respected and residents live at a pace that fits with tides and ducks.

Kayakers in Assateague Channel.




















There is room for all, even the human tourists who flock to their beaches, paddle in their waters, come to observe wildlife, clog restaurants and streets of this half-mile-wide, seven-mile-long island.  Even when visitors push ordinary out-the-door lines at the Island Creamery to a length that anywhere else would engender wait-rage, the locals smile.

Marsh mud, an unbelievably dense chocolate, is worth the wait and they know when the winds blow as cold as the locally made ice cream inside, the island will be theirs again.






Friday, May 22, 2015

Colonial or Unexpected, Williamsburg is a Good Fit for the Good Girls


Bruton Parish Church.
Colonial Williamsburg is a well-polished gem. We started with 300-year-old Bruton Parish Church whose rector, W.A.R. Goodwin, began renovations there and eventually talked  John D. Rockefeller Jr. into funding the recreation of the entire historic town.

Capitol.

Governor's Palace.






























In addition to the Capitol and the Governor's Palace, other must-sees:

Coffee Shop. Photo © by Judy Wells.













Debi, Judy and Carol imbibe.


• The Coffee Shop, where the colonial-style hot chocolate is the best you've ever had.












• The Wigmaker.
Wigmaker's window display. Photo © by Judy Wells.
• Bassett Hall, where the Rockefellers made their home, their smallest one, in Williamsburg.


Bassett Hall. Photo © by Judy Wells.
Dinner at The King's Arms was a delicious experience enhanced by musicians and the absence of electric lights - candles only.

Musician. Photo by Debi Lander.



















For an excellent meal in Merchant's Walk, try the Blue Talon Bistro.

Blue Talon Bistro.









By all means, strike up conversations with the "inhabitants " of 18th century Williamsburg. It's fun and you will learn about what life was like then from the people who are living it today.


Visiting plantation owner. Photo © by Judy Wells.
Man in the street, Photo by Debi Lander.













 
In the pharmacy. Photo © by Judy Wells.






















                         


Young carriage driver. Photo by Debi Lander.


                                                      
Debi and Judy

Judy












Of course, we tried on hats.



                            
                                                     Judge Judy

And goofed off.
















An unexpected element of Colonial Williamsburg was the museum, actually two in one, the DeWitt Wallace Decorative Arts Museum and the Abby Aldrich Rockefeller Folk Art Museum.

Baby in Red Chair
 Rain or shine, take the shuttle bus here. You will probably recognize "Baby in Red Chair" and possibly the Dentzel carousel figure of a cat with a goody in its mouth, but the rest, from silver to dollhouses to musical instruments will fill your day with revelations.

Cat carousel figure
Scotch Highland cattle. Photo © by Judy Wells.
Unexpected Williamsburg included a quick tour of Busch Gardens where our fave was the Scottish farm with its Highland cattle, dark Clydesdales, sheepdogs and sheep.

Visitors don't usually think of Jamestown, where the first successful English colony in the New World was established in 1607, as part of Williamsburg, but it is nearby and was a highlight of our trip. Actually, there are two historic Jamestowns. The first location was later abandoned for a safer one.

Replica of the Susan Constant, largest of the three ships that sailed to Jamestown. Photo © by Judy Wells.
At the Jamestown Settlement, the latter, you can tour the large museum then see the recreated Indian village, English fort and replicas of the three ships that brought settlers to the New World. All are as authentic as possible.

Barbara works on a jacket by hand, the way 18th century seamstresses did. Photo © by Judy Wells.
There are many behind the scenes tours you can  arrange. We highly recommend the inside look at historic costuming.

Current dig. Photo © by Judy Wells.
Don't miss the real thing, Historic  Jamestown, the first actual settlement which until the 1990s was thought to have been covered by the James River. It wasn't and the things they are finding there are remarkable. See archaeologists at work and study the growing mass of artifacts in the fascinating Archaearium.
Artifacts being prepped for display. Photo © by Judy Wells.





Jug. Photo by Debi Lander.