Compared to the last couple of weeks when we hit
historical Virginia quite hard, this week was rather laid back and quiet. We
did do a few things, which I think you’ll find interesting.
Monday was the day for catching up on computer
stuff: email, publishing the blog, etc. The WiFi in our park is really slow so we packed up our gear and
headed for the nearest McDonald's, which is about 8 miles away. We also picked
up a few groceries on the way back to the park—after we stopped at the local
Chamber of Commerce/Tourist Bureau to get information on the area.
We started our touristy stuff on Tuesday, by driving
up to Chincoteague and Assateague islands for the day. Our first stop on
Chincoteague Island was to the Pony Center, where we got up close and personal
with some of the famous Chincoteague ponies, both those who have made the swim
from Assateague Island to nearby Chincoteague Island for the annual “pony
penning,” and the descendants from the famous “Misty” (from the “Misty of
Chincoteague” book).
From there we headed to the Assatague Island
National Seashore. Here again we took of our Senior Pass for National Parks,
which got us in for free.
We were fortunate to come upon some of the wild horses that roam freely on the island. Here are some photos and a bit of info on them.
We were fortunate to come upon some of the wild horses that roam freely on the island. Here are some photos and a bit of info on them.
Due to the low quality
diet, they have changed genetically so they’re now pony size even though
they’re still considered horses. Their bloated appearance is due to their high
salt content diet; they drink over twice the amount of water that domesticated
animals drink. The horses live in family groups called “bands,” and each band
is made up of 2-10 mares and their offspring, and a stallion. We saw only this
one band even though there are about 150 horses on the island. In the scorching
heat of summer they spend most of their time on the beaches and in the surf—it
also helps them escape the flies and mosquitoes so prevalent during this time
of year. In the cooler winter months they’ll move back into the marshes and
shrub thickets. About 60-90 foals are born every year, so we were fortunate to
see the one above. Privately owned by Virginia’s Chincoteague Volunteer Fire
Department, most of the foals are sold at an animal auction every summer, which
keeps the number of horses at a healthy number.
(There is also a herd of wild horses on the Maryland coast, kept
separate from those in Virginia, which are not rounded up or sold. Their numbers
are kept to less than 125 horses, and are controlled by a non-hormonal,
non-invasive vaccine to prevent pregnancy that is delivered by dart.)
Pony Penning started in
1925. The story actually begins when 2 fires hit Chincoteague, one in 1920 and
the other in 1924. The fires burned out of control for lack of firefighting
equipment, and from this the Chincoteague Volunteer Fire Company was formed.
Someone casually commented that a good way to raise money would be to auction
off some of the wild horses that roamed freely on nearby Assateague Island. As
a result, “Pony Penning Day” was born. July 1925 was the first time the ponies
could be seen swimming across the channel to Chincoteague. Most of the
“Saltwater Cowboys,” who round up the horses, are from Chincoteague, but they
come from near and far to participate. And, the fire company raised enough
money to buy the equipment they needed: a 750-gallon pumper with 2,000 feet of
hose. Since then there have been no catastrophic fires on Chincoteague. Pony
auctions bring in, on average, close to $3,000 per foal, and only 50-60 are
auctioned off per year.
While we were watching
the horses we met John and Rebecca, a couple from Wisconsin who were on their
honeymoon. We chatted with them for quite a while as we were watching the
horses off in the distance.
Farther down the island
we stopped at the national seashore, and roamed through the museum and gift
shop, run by the Forest Service. The boardwalk took us over a marshy area that
gave us a great overview of some fiddler crabs below.
On the way back from Assateague Island, we stopped at the Assateague Lighthouse, which has been around since the early 1800s. The lighthouse was a couple city blocks from the parking lot, and when we got to it we were assaulted by hundreds of mosquitoes. (I’ve never seen so many mosquitoes at one time! Minnesota has nothing on that place!)
We headed to Old Town
on Chincoteague Island to have some “linner” (our meal between lunch and
dinner). After driving through the entire old town area, we decided to eat at
Don’s Seafood Restaurant., where we noshed on shrimp and crab. So good!
Then, it was next door
to Lil Whippy’s for some Gelato. The perfect ending to a perfect time on the islands! While we were there we met these cute little guys.
As we neared the mainland we decided to stop at NASA’s Wallops Flight Facility, their most active launch range, used for launching scientific balloons and research rockets. It was so interesting. Formed in 1945, Wallops is primarily a rocket launch site to support science and exploration missions for NASA and other Federal agencies. More than a dozen types of sounding rockets, small expendable suborbital and orbital rockets, and high altitude balloon flights carrying scientific instruments for atmospheric and astronomical research are launched from here. They also launch flight tests of aeronautical research aircraft including unmanned aerial vehicles. Since it was founded, over 16,000 launches have been made from their site.
As we neared the mainland we decided to stop at NASA’s Wallops Flight Facility, their most active launch range, used for launching scientific balloons and research rockets. It was so interesting. Formed in 1945, Wallops is primarily a rocket launch site to support science and exploration missions for NASA and other Federal agencies. More than a dozen types of sounding rockets, small expendable suborbital and orbital rockets, and high altitude balloon flights carrying scientific instruments for atmospheric and astronomical research are launched from here. They also launch flight tests of aeronautical research aircraft including unmanned aerial vehicles. Since it was founded, over 16,000 launches have been made from their site.
On the way back through
our RV park we saw these creatures. Actually, we saw the turtle at our site.
Wednesday morning we
rode our bikes around the park for about ½ hour. The area is flat and perfect for novice bike
riders—like us…ha! After a few maintenance things at the camper Dick rode his
motorcycle for about 50 miles through the back country roads. A doe ran across
the road in front of him, but he wasn’t able to get a photo of her.
Later, we met Steve and Kathy from Maryland, who are also full-timers, and who are camping in our park ‘til Wednesday. Was good to talk with fellow full-timers!
Later, we met Steve and Kathy from Maryland, who are also full-timers, and who are camping in our park ‘til Wednesday. Was good to talk with fellow full-timers!
Heavy rain pelted us on Thursday morning, with lots
of thunder. It stormed until about 10:30, when the skies cleared and the sun
came out—just in time for our little venture to the Railroad Museum in
Parksley, VA. We enjoyed touring the
vintage cars, train station and museum.
Friday morning we headed into Painter, Virginia to
the Hair Loft, for a long overdue haircut. It had been over 7 weeks since my
last cut, and I had had enough! Thankfully, Shelby was a great beautician, and
able to cut it to my liking…all for $18. Then, it was home to do laundry and
relax. We spent the remainder of the afternoon relaxing—quite different from
the last couple of weeks.
Saturday was a windy and hot day so we
didn’t spend a long period of time outdoors on our patio--just enough to get
some rays and read a bit.
Sunday morning we ate breakfast early and headed out
the door to catch the 10:00 am passenger boat from Ononcock, Virginia to Tangier
Island, Virginia. The ride over took about an hour and 15 minutes. But what a
beautiful ride—and day! Our new friends Steve and Kathy were also on board, so
we spent some time with them, too.
Our captain, Mark Crockett, is a Tangier native, is
the 3rd generation “waterman,” who loves the island and loves being
able to raise his family in this serene location. Tangier is located about 12
miles from the mainland, and the trip across takes about 1 hour 15 minutes. We
traveled back in time to this small, picturesque island that is only 2.5 miles
long and 1.5 miles wide, although only 1/3 of it is habitable. The rest is
marshland. Only about 500 people live on this island now (the 2010 census noted
there were 727), and most are waterman—men who work the Chesapeake Bay,
harvesting the abundance of seafood it offers. It’s only about 3 feet above sea
level, so there is a lot of marshy area, even in town and surrounding the homes
there. A unique English Restoration-era dialect of American English is spoken
there, so it behooves you to pay close attention when speaking to a native!
We arrived just before lunch, so Dick and I headed
to Loraine’s, a local restaurant, for a lunch of cream of crabmeat soup, a crab
cake sandwich (that we split), salad and ½ pound of peel and eat shrimp.
YUM-YUM!
Tangier Island is quite an interesting place. It was
known as a summer retreat for the Pocomoke Indians from Virginia, for
centuries. Their existence on the island is known from the thousands of
arrowheads and spear points that have been found all over the island. Thousands
of oyster shells have been found in an “oyster midden” (a huge dump of oyster
shells, not natural) that is further evidence that these Indians inhabited this
island. Captain John Smith first visited the island in 1608, but didn’t settle
there. Instead he traveled farther inland to the mainland of what we know as
Virginia.
Today many of the Tangier natives still have the
English surnames, Crockett, Pruitt, Thomas, Marshall, Charnock, Dise, Shores
and Parks—all descendants of the early settlers to the island. By 1900 there
were 1,064 inhabitants. Over the years this number has declined, partly due to epidemics of cholera in 1866, followed by tuberculosis and measles, and in the 1800s there was smallpox. We noticed quite a few grave markers with dates coinciding with the dates of these horrible times.
The British used the island as a staging area during the War of 1812, when there were as many as 1,200 British troops on the island. Many slaves escaped captivity on the mainland, fleeing to Tangier Island, where there were given their freedom. Tangier was used for the failed British assault on Baltimore, which was the influence for the writing of our national anthem by Francis Scott Key.
The British used the island as a staging area during the War of 1812, when there were as many as 1,200 British troops on the island. Many slaves escaped captivity on the mainland, fleeing to Tangier Island, where there were given their freedom. Tangier was used for the failed British assault on Baltimore, which was the influence for the writing of our national anthem by Francis Scott Key.
One curiosity we found was the old custom of burying
relatives in the front yards of their homes. This was a common practice in
colonial America—and if you so desire, you can still do that, although there
are now churchyard cemeteries at each of the island churches (Methodist and New
Testament Church). Concrete vaults are buried into the sandy soil of the island, only
3-4 feet deep, due to the high water table, so the tops of the vaults are
visible.
Today the people of Tangier Island still rely on
crabbing and oystering for their livelihood. Scattered in the bays around the
island are free-standing docks where crabs are sorted and held while they moult,
turning them into the soft shell crabs that are so, so good! Recent government
regulations have put a strain on this island, as the regs have cut back
harvesting from 12 months to just 7. The watermen negate the claim that their
harvesting is desecrating the bay of a viable source of seafood. Sad…
There are very few cars on the island, with folks
relying on golf carts, mopeds, bicycles, and of course walking to get around.
The speed limit is just 15 mph so that’s a good thing. There’s just 1 grocery
store, 4 restaurants, a few souvenir stores, 2 churches as I mentioned, and a
couple of inns. There’s also a medical facility, open Monday through Friday,
with a PA onsite; a doctor comes in once a week from the mainland. The tourist
industry is the only other money-making industry on the island, besides
crabbing.
Television is available, as is WiFi which was
brought to the island in 2010. There’s very limited cell service. The school,
grades K-12, boasted a 2016 graduating class of 7. There’s one policeman on
this island, and no jail—very little crime. A small airport is on the island,
for small planes only.
Tangier Island is a “dry” island, so no alcohol is
sold here. If you do bring your own, it’s recommended that you drink it
discreetly, and not in public. Producers wanted to film the 1999 Kevin Costner
film Message in a Bottle here, but
the town council declined the offer due to the movie’s drinking, profanity and
sex. Traditional religious values still dominate the community.
Here are some photos for you to enjoy.
The boat ride home was only about an hour, after
which we joined new friends Steve and Kathy at a nearby restaurant, Mallards,
for a bit of libation. We were entertained by a solo musician and his
guitar—actually quite good—for a little over an hour before heading back to our
camper. The day was beautiful—sunny, a bit of a breeze, and warm, with temps in
the low 80s, so it was one to remember!
That’s it for this week. Stay tuned for more
exciting adventures from “Cummings and goings…” next week!
Hugs to y’all!
RJ and Gail