“Each life needs its own quiet place.” ~ Melody Beattie
Sometimes you just want and need a little peace and quiet. A serene spot to just sit yourself down and rest. A tranquil moment or perhaps an hour or so in an undisturbed place, far from the maddening crowd.
Papa and I found quite a few of those moments and places on our Maryland trip and we were so grateful for them.
We have three grandchildren who are the apples of our eyes. We don’t get to interact on a regular basis with two of them because they live several hours away from us. But our oldest, she’s with us quite a bit since we watch her while her nurse mommy works different hospital shifts.
And as much as we love our oldest grandchild, our house becomes noisy and chaotic when that four-year-old reigns. She keeps us busy, entertained, and hopping up and down by playing with her or taking care of her needs. And this old empty nest rings with laughter, shrieking, and noisy clomping of feet while we play endless rounds of hide and seek and chase.
But it also tires me out and I find I need a respite from time to time. That’s why Papa and I anticipated a relaxing little trip away from home and hoped to find some soothing scenes of serenity. Thank goodness we succeeded.
After we left the busyness of Baltimore and Annapolis, we crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, not to be confused with the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel in Virginia. We have also traveled through that one a time or two and frankly, it freaks me out going under water in that long 20-mile tunnel.
But the Bay Bridge in Maryland is only a 4.3 miles long span above water and connects the urban western shore of the bay with the more rural eastern shore, which was our destination.
Once we crossed the bridge, we stopped on a peninsula where we found the Chesapeake Heritage and Visitor’s Center. In addition to Maryland travel information, the center also housed a small but interesting museum.
But this little spot offered so much more. We climbed a circular staircase outside to the top of the building’s tower and surveyed the scene before us – wetlands and a 530-foot boardwalk over the marshy area and leading to a trail in Ferry Point Park.
The paved trail was an enjoyable, easy one-mile walk and it took us to a small beach area with a picnic table and park bench and we were the only people there.
Ahh…just the spot to spend some soothing, restful time. I don’t even think we talked much to each other. We just embraced the solitude, listened to the birds singing and the rhythmic sound of the water, and felt the gentle breeze in our hair and the sun on our faces.
That’s what I call a vacation.
“It isn’t how much time you spend somewhere that makes it memorable: it’s how you spend the time.” ~ David Brenner