A little while later, past the farmland, the water tower painted like a lighthouse, and the lone brewery, you’ll behold an old main drag that runs west toward the town’s historic district.
Maybe that’s because the tail of the Delmarva Peninsula is a cartographer’s anomaly, made up of two Virginia counties on a stretch of land otherwise dominated by Maryland and Delaware.Įventually, after stopping at the occasional traffic light, you’ll reach a nondescript exit for your destination. Following a mostly country thoroughfare, you’ll cross from the Eastern Shore of Maryland into the wilds of the Eastern Shore of Virginia, a rural sliver of the Old Dominion State so small that it’s not even included on some maps. But on the well-traveled Salisbury route, travel south on Route 13 instead of staying east on 50. Even in late summer, there are no crowds.īut despite the vastly different pace, it only took four hours to drive out of the city, over the Bay Bridge, head south-way south-and then arrive at Cape Charles, Virginia, a tiny slice of solitude worth discovering, with such hidden-gem status near the mouth of the nation’s largest estuary that we’re hesitant to possibly spoil the secret.įinding it is easy enough, and you’re already halfway there when heading toward Ocean City.
And, across an entirely walkable six-block historic downtown, crepe myrtle, sycamore, and pecan trees offer color, shade, and a sense of calm.
Along sand-swept Bay Avenue, the dormers and eaves of 100-year-old Victorian and Colonial Revival homes peer above a stretch of short, grassy dunes. On the southeasternmost edge of the Chesapeake Bay, it feels like a world away from Baltimore as salty water laps gently on a quiet public beach.
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