In the meantime - for all you cold, buried in snow people - I just want to put up some pictures I took sometime over the past summer hoping they might warm you up a bit.
Rolph's Wharf, Chestertown, Maryland. The houseboat, The Water's Edge and fishing boat, Skimmer float placidly in the gentle Chester River near sunset waiting for Captain Bob to come by to take them out for a spin.
Captain Bob has arrived and he and I take the Skimmer down river for a quick ride. The Chester River flows into the Chesapeake Bay near Kent Narrows, so named because the bay is narrow here close to Annapolis, where its only a couple miles wide.
The River Inn at Rolph's Wharf was built back in the days when steamboats such as the Bud S. Ford of the Chester River Steamboat Company, plied the Chester River. The Bud S. Ford weighed 378 tons and was built in 1877. When steam became uneconomical, she was cut down to a barge 1936. She foundered and was lost in 1960.
Rolph's Wharf was serviced by steamboat and took the produce from the local farms to the market places in Chestertown, Rock Hall, Annapolis, and Baltimore. You can almost hear Boy George singing Karma Chameleon on the front porch on a warm summer's evening.
The tree on Rolph's Wharf Road - I walk up and down this road in the summer when I'm at the wharf and each and every time I have to admire the timeless grace of this tree.
Town Creek, Oxford, Maryland. My dad is peering into the slip that the houseboat was in before it was moved to Chestertown Maryland. The view from the back of the boat was just about unbeatable. Town Creek is home to 4-5 marinas. The OCHA marks the end of the Marine Rail, heading off to the right of the picture, where the larger boats are taken in and out of the water.
At the end of Town Creek is the Tred Avon River, which flows from Easton, Maryland to the Choptank River of Suicide Bridge fame.
8 comments:
What lovely photos, I especially love the tree one.....
And your dad has nice socks LMFAO hahahahahaha....
We have what is lovingly known as 'The Suicide Bridge' at Bedhampton about 5 miles from us, only this one is over the moterway and not over the water :)..... me and me matie Alan who is my friend Angela's hubby often on campfire nights think of money making schemes to do with the suicide bridge, like setting up a coffee stall or a stall to sell badges :)..... on our bridge there is a 'Samaritans' sign with phone numbers to call before ya jump..... they could give us the nod and we could run and set up our stall......
oh shut it, Im onlys messing.... but me and Alan do discuss this LOL
x
What lovely pix. Several very puzzleworthy ones in there my friend.
when it gets really bad i just invision blue bonnets...
That is a lovely picture of the tree. I would love to sit under it on a warm summer day, using the shade to keep me cool.
I'm still cold, btw! Brrrrrrrrrr
Wow, I want to live in the house...really really badly.
Still shopping?...have you exchanged all the sweater yet? lol
-melissa
Hush about not commenting on the blogs. Just click and give a smile so we know "Iggy was here".
Loved the photos. They almost made me feel warm for the first time in days (almost, but not quite).
Heal shoulder, heal!
Huggsssss
Those pics look nice and warm. I'm not sure how cold it is outside because Terri broke off my thermometer I had on the porch post by accident while hanging the Christmas lights yesterday. The thermometer we have out in the back room is an inside/outside one that's close to the window. The temp there reads 10F for outside. It's bitter with the wind. Terri has to work outside in this stuff. (hey, maybe we could go to Hawaii and visit Mr. Obama in that multi-million dollar house he's renting)
Lovely pics. But they did nothing to warm me up. :-( I have a big cup of hot cocoa beside me that is helping though.
Warm hugs Iggy.
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