Cities are as much a vault for abandoned history as the countryside, and there’s something logical and engaging about urban exploration. The whirr of production, the odor of industry, the energy are all as much a part of the bay’s … Continue reading →
John Roberts and his wife were surely crushed. Their six-year-old daughter had been missing almost a week when she turned up, accidentally drowned, caught in a fish trap in the swiftly-flowing James River. It was 1862. Even with news trickling … Continue reading →
The Towles sisters, Florence and Marion, must have wondered what they’d gotten themselves into. On dark nights they huddled together in a ramshackle cabin, terrified, miles from civilization, listening, Florence recalled, “to the thunder of flying horses’ feet and the … Continue reading →
Surely the oddest spectacle in all the Chesapeake Bay’s tributaries is Mallows Bay. You can’t help some sense of bewilderment paddling about the 170-odd burned and weather-beaten hulks, their remnants barely breaking the surface of the murky water, their keels sunk fast … Continue reading →
