The most traveled part of the Eastern Shore, Route 13, is by far the least interesting, which makes diversions from the main road all the more satisfying.
My travel companion and co-writer of this series, Charlotte Potter and I, woke up groggy after an electric Grace Potter show at the NorVa, and took Princess Anne toward the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel and the hand-cranked, bucolic world of the Eastern Shore. This dichotomy is what makes our region such a special place to live; the times when one swings from rock and roll in Downtown Norfolk to sheep and raw oysters picked and eaten on the spot from the back of a boat are when one is squeezing the most out of the Coastal Virginia lifestyle.
The CBBT can be one step in the long drive to New York when you’re in a rush, or something like the wardrobe in a C.S. Lewis novel when you’re not. Travel is, by nature, transformative; you never know what version of yourself will reveal itself in a different place. Movement has a way of blurring the sedentary selves we come to settle in when our worlds become small and too focused on the bubbles of our neighborhoods and individual cities. The 23 miles of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel serves as a vital perforation point between our mainland selves and the salty, slower selves we find on the other side.
Between Friday morning and Sunday afternoon we experienced just a taste of what the Shore’s Artisan Trail has to offer. We experienced the ocean by boat and kayak; met artists who work with wood, clay, paint, and wool; and ate enough oysters to satiate both the Walrus and the Carpenter. These are our postcards from the Shore. Click on the image to read the story.