We had a very peaceful night, no storms, calm waters and the anchor held. Thressa had wanted to get an early start by getting up at 5:30 a.m. Our boat clock runs faster when the generator is the source of power. As result she got up at 5:00 and was ready to go at 6:00 when the rest of us were just having our last dreams of the night. After our cereals with Michigan blueberries, we started another day of boating. The Gwynn Island swing bridge master was called and he had the bridge open by the time we arrived. From what I understand, this bridge has the most openings of any moveable bridge in Virginia.
As we entered Hills Bay, we could see the remains of the Islander Motel which was heavily damaged by Hurricane Isabel in 2003. Today's weather was similar to that of yesterday, winds out of the east, but not as strong. We arrived at Reedville, our destination for the day, by 11:30 a.m. This small town was a busy place during the heydays of the menhaden fishing industry. One can still see the great Victorian homes built by the captains and owners of processing plants. Most of the processing plants have closed with just a few still
operating. The largest is owned by Omega Protein and they process
100,000 metric tons per year of these small inedible fish. The final product is used for fertilizer, vitamin pills and fish oil capsules. We were docked in front of the Reedville Marina and Crazy Crab Restaurant, located at the foot of Main Street. After washing the results of salt water spray from the boat, Thressa, John and Win took a walk into town. With the exception of a small ice cream parlor and the town's Post Office, there were no stores to be found. Henk spent part of the afternoon catching up with some office work. The highlight of our day was dinner at the Crazy Crab Restaurant. What a
feast. Thressa's choice was the famous crabcake, Win chose a combination of crab on Portabello mushrooms, John had the fisherman's plate and Henk had shrimp stuffed with crab. That with a good glass of wine is what the doctor had prescribed. After returning to the boat, I had a long discussion with son Henry about the finer points of blogging.
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