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Beach Bounces Back
I'm on board Apolonia, a 43-foot boat, going in Colonial Beach Riverfest boat parade. Riverfest is the city's largest and has been held annually since 1951, come hell or high water, and believe me, they had plenty of both. We just pulled out of the Potomac under the bay Monroe, which forms the city's back door, and we're working our north, past the Colonial Beach Yacht Center and Gum Bar Point and going to once and future municipal pier. To our starboard aft and stretching are the famous Kettle Bottom Shoals, historically some of the richest oyster banks in the world. It's about 1:30 in the afternoon and the sky is June cloudy and threatening, but the Potomac is flat and happy, at least feels that way at ofApolonia comfort. Its owner, Paul Bolin, is at the wheel, making us along the parade route in the position of number two, behind only the fleet commander and ahead of the rest of the pack.
It's only here, as I look out across the Potomac River six miles wide and then back to the famous beach town of three miles, which seems to me, is a good thing I'm not driving the boat, because if I were in charge I would be avoiding the ghosts. You see, this particular part of the Potomac, 60 miles from Washington and 40 of Point Lookout, is positively full of historical sightings, and this afternoon I see them every way I turn. For example, there is the starboard side, I see a fleet of British warships ghostly being distorted by the hand across the thick oyster shoals on their way to capture Washington. It is 1814, and they will succeed. Returning down the river, they will an additional premium of 25 vessels in tow, and, again, the crews will unload everything and pulling ships across the shoals at hand. A slow and agonizing sure, but they will still make it to the port of Baltimore, instead of Francis Scott Key to see the glow their rockets' red. And look, there, tearing up our vigil, is a patrol boat in Maryland at the tail of a hot oyster dredge sites. Listen to machine-gun fire? One of them is going to end up dead. Now look in front of us, only passage under the bridge to U.S. Route 301, there is the ghost of the famous paddle steamer St. Johns, its tracks filled with happy early 20th century vacationers bound for Colonial Beach. Yes, from the ring of a thousand slot machines to the creak of an oar as a Confederate spy slips between a pair of warships Federal, Colonial Beach off the water is alarming and charming full of ghosts.
Paul Bolin, however, not be distracted. He holds Apolonia constant in its course. Her look is not in the past, but on the future of Colonial Beach and this city, which has had its ups and downs, more than a bait of a swell of five meters, is on track to become. Because Colonial Beach, more recently walloped by the storm surge from Isabel unprecedented, as sure on his way to the next big wave waterman's how life is in decline.
With us this Sunday ride in the boat are the big parade marshals, Sonny and Dottie Schick, who live next to Bolin's Bell House Bed & Breakfast, and his son Kyle Reldo and his wife. Kyle Reldo and are particularly looking forward to a ride any wave at all, since Elizabeth was actually the second punch in a combination of one-two who left the Colonial Beach Yacht Center staggering.
The largest and one of the oldest marinas in the region, Colonial Beach Yacht Center in May 2002 was devastated by fire that destroyed the marina waterfront, exploding boat after boat harbor as many mines. Fifty-six ships, some of them irreplaceable classic wood, were destroyed. Many of these woods have been lost to us today in the parade of boats, but now part of the fleet even more spooky. After the fire, set on the Schicks the reconstruction of the marina, and were making good progress until they rolled by Elizabeth as a tractor, throwing stones thousand pounds and destroy another 40 boats, many of them in trailers and cribs.
"What the fire did not take the hurricane did," Kyle Schick told me that we visit the Yacht Center the weekend before that, a golf cart, Colonial Beach new car of choice. Damaged during the storm was Dockside Yacht Center's Restaurant, the ship's store, nautical, area lift-boat to pump out the area, and fuel station. "We are putting things back, but better," said Schick. "We had very community support and other marinas, but insurance does not cover what you think it will. "
The new docks are broader than the old ones and all have pedestals with a phone jack and enough power for even the hottest and the most demanding boats. The new docks will be covered trellis made of galvanized and screens that form an arch on each slide. They are resistant to heat and keep out UV rays, leaving the sun. Through a series of new docks already, the yacht center soon has 100 open slips and 20 covered leaves. There is room for another 100 boats on the hard disk. Currently there are 15 temporary spaces with plans 40.
Colonial Beach Yacht Center position at the entrance of Monroe Bay has become very attractive to large boats coming and going from Washington, DC, but at the same time make the marina more vulnerable the storms that bent into Monroe Bay. The facility was originally an oyster packing house established in 1930. During the great hurricane of 1933, the building floated out of its pillars, but was pulled back and a concrete slab was poured to keep it in place. In the 1940s, when the port was developed with 200 slips, the oyster packing house became a restaurant. Isabel could not move it, but it did destroy the interior. This has been restored and reopened in early Dockside Restaurant this spring.
Two other popular restaurants in Colonial Beach water were also destroyed, the Happy Clam Restaurant and Wilkerson, both at the north end the city. Wilkerson, once rebuilt, reopened a few months ago, with fresh, hot hush puppies and a wall of windows overlooking the Potomac. But the Happy Clam has yet to make your return.
Although the center was the only yacht marina in the area of losing their boats during the storm, others felt the effect as well. Jan Swink Nightingale Motel and Marina Bay in Monroe is at the center of your new kitchen to show me where she was that night, knee-deep in water, watching fish swim between your fingers. "Our docks were like an accordion in some places, "she says in motel rooms Nightingale, the water rose above the headwaters;. all six units had to be fully redone But like hundreds of others. throughout the city, Swink and her husband Bob have to work and were ready to reopen in time for the 2004 season by boat. "And I have to make some changes I wanted, anyway, "she added, opening the door to show me two new bathrooms and showers for boaters.
Just a little above the bay from the Nightingale's last railway Colonial Beach Marine and a must-see stop for any lover of the boat. There, the doyenne of the owners Colonial Praia da Marina, Mary Virginia Stanford Stanford Marine Railway, sits on the ship's store "room" and shakes his head slowly when the silver wonder about the loss of Elizabeth. "Many people had felled trees in their homes," she says sadly. "In the car the next day, I'd walk a bit, then cry a little. "In rail transport, where more than 60 years, her husband Clarence built boats that are still in use today, the wind blew part of a roof and the water rose until the middle of the store building. But he made no serious injury, provided that all electrical equipment had been moved prior to land more high. The chicks survived, and the covered pier, home to both Hermione, a meticulously restored 1927 Elco, and Pathfinder II, the last boat built Clarence Stanford.
Back in the city center at Doc's Motel, Ellie Carruthers and her husband, "Little Doc," was simply bed, when he became too dark to take pictures more storm and the power failed. "The next morning I said, 'Oh my God!" "Ellie says. The last increase of the water had risen debris about four feet fence that separates the oldest motel in town and left the Potomac spread between the two wings of rooms. "We filled eighty big bags," says her. "Everybody set. It was like being in a parade to the dump. Finally, they had to close the dump."
Doc's north, the city's wharf that day were in ruins, as well as a dock charterboat neighbors. When I visited the site before the boat parade, I could see that the dock charterboat was back in place, but the pier of the city still needed a few more boards to complete.
Doc's past and the famous boardwalk pier extends Colonial Beach, once I live with families who packed holiday the wooden walkway and food stalls. Today it is a concrete sidewalk snaking through the sand, bordered by only two or three survivors from the sale of food. Buy an ice cream and a stroll along the boardwalk, though, and you will not be alone, you will be in the company ghosts of some of the more strident the beach, casinos and dance halls that attracted tens of thousands of visitors eager to see the 1940s through the '50s. But time, antigambling laws, a fire in 1960 and several previous storms took their toll, and Monte Carlo, the Jackpot, Joyland, Little Steel Pier and its taste it was years before Hurricane Isabel was as much as a zephyr in the Sahara. Only the Riverboat (once Little Reno) remained, overlooking the Potomac River Maryland Property and offering off-track betting, keno, two state lotteries and lunch for a crowd of peaceful summer. But if the Riverboat was also another victim of Isabel. Unlike the others, however, the riverboat will be back.
Peggy Browning Linthacum and Laura Raley, who are sisters, presiding over a small construction trailer at the end Beach Pier is ruined Riverboat. Your job is to ensure the curious me, for example, that the Riverboat is really going to be rebuilt. "We had to go through the end of the licensing process, which gave a time, "Linthacum tells me." But the riverboat was acquired in well, so it's finally okayed. " Linthacum and Raley are sisters Peggy Flanagan, who with her husband Tom owned the Riverboat since 1992. The new riverboat, which must maintain the same footprint as the old one really looks boat at the moment, Linthacum says, with a working sensor. "We were the first lottery vendor in Maryland," Raley says proudly. "The customer buys a ticket lottery, Virginia and Maryland, then a ticket, just steps away. "
It was the ability to take the steps from the coast of Virginia for casinos at the pier sat long on the Potomac River in Maryland, which defined the neon burning and jumping a joint "1949-1958, when the armed bandit was the king of entertainment Maryland. Upon completion of U.S. Route 301 bridge over the Potomac River in 1941, Colonial Beach was no longer a unit so long in Washington and Baltimore, and hundreds of residents slot machines, casinos, nightclubs, beach and warm with a jam-packed boardwalk amusements gave people reason to come.
"We used to open the motel on May fifteenth and stay full all summer," Ellie Carruthers recalls. "If there were full of half-days, we wondered what was wrong. "Carruthers was the first Colonial Beach when his father, a bricklayer Washington finally found time to take the family precious holiday in two weeks. "When I came in 1951, there were slot machines everywhere. It was crazy!" She met Little Doc (his father was Doc) in the river and never left. "You could go up on the beach at night, with mothers and fathers and children of all ages having a wonderful time," she tells me that we sit in his motel office small but comfortable. Now in his 70s, Carruthers recently broke her hip, but unfazed by the experience, it puts me in his wheelchair chat while she settles in your office chair. "I have clients who met one another on the boardwalk, and other couples that make up its reserves to meet here at the same time every year. Some of my clients have stayed with me every year for fifty years. I make the reservations for them even before connecting. "
Watching this year's boat parade from the Doc is one of the first guests of the motel, now a frail old gentleman in his 90. With him are his daughter, granddaughter and her granddaughter and their families. They took six rooms for the weekend. Mary Virginia Stanford is another long-time coming here to Colonial Beach, who fondly remembers his wild and crazy decade. She met Clarence here during World War II while in Apalachicola, Florida on a fishing expedition haddock with his father. She and Clarence returned to Colonial Beach and in 1945 built a store and marine boatworks she says: "We are working in all our lives." Both are now in their 80s, while Mary and Virginia still up, Clarence is confined to a wheelchair.
Mary Virginia had no objection the slot machines of age, however. "I'm all for the game. Live and let live." She played the nickel a time machine, she says. "I put one in sixteen and left. I put them in my pocket, went home and bought curtains. "She remembers the ride, the old houses and when the singer Jimmy Dean," before he was famous, "came to Colonial Beach to perform." My boss came to his belt buckle. "
Stanford also remember the wars of the oysters of the decade 1950, when Maryland marine police would give chase to the Virgin-ians who were dredging oysters Maryland (Potomac in Maryland were all oysters). Power dredging had been declared illegal in Maryland, because he tore up the banks of oysters has declined. Only hand-tonging, slow and hard work was authorized (And some days, could skipjacks dredge under sail). The Tonger pulled oysters with what looks very much like a posthole digger Brobdingnagian, bringing in just enough time for an hors d'oeuvre man moderately hungry. But dredging (or drag) the beds would bring much more bushels of oysters tonging. If the illegal dredgers hightailed it was not uncommon for patrols to open fire when he was persecuted, sometimes all the way to Monroe Bay.
"I was standing in the back with a baby in my arms," recalls Stanford "When police followed a boat in the bay. The two boats came flying in. The bullets were ricocheting all around me." Carruthers, also recalls the sound of machine guns in the middle of the night. "The young men had just arrived at the beach for Virginia, Maryland when the police were behind them. I saw a couple walking out of the water and call back, "You can not catch me." They sat there and waited for him. "
On April 17, 1959, the bullets finally found a target Colonial Beach resident and left dead Berkley Muse. The victim took the governors of Maryland and Virginia to reach a compromise, and the Wars of the oyster, which had been locked out and about for a century, more or less finished.
But as the harvesting of oysters and loosened the grooves disappeared, vacation habits have also changed, and for the next 40 years, Colonial Beach has become a quiet place indeed, "a dreamer of a colorful past," as Frederick Tilp called in his 1978 book, This Was Potomac River.
In 1985, residents discovered a few ghosts that had not been aware. One morning after a storm, came in the stands several feet from the skeleton sticking out of a sand bank in Gum Bar Point. When excavated, the bodies showed that all had received a blow to the skull. "They were probably immigrants pushed out of the bars of Baltimore in 1800 to work aboard a skipjack oystering, "Kyle Schick tells me how Apolonia is that today is often called Ghost Point." This was their profit. "
Now it seems that Colonial Beach is about to receive a reward of a very different kind. Last year, property prices grew wings, and real estate agents, as Bob Swink of Colonial Beach Realty can not keep enough ads to meet the demand. Homes now sell, often within one week of entering the market, something of a novelty for the house – the owners of Virginia's Northern Neck. Michael Wardman, who recently invested in a block properties of the low of his own, told me that for the price he bought his house Colonial Beach a few years ago, he could not even buy the lots now. The construction of houses are rising as well. "Over the past two years, we have built about a hundred new homes. Prior to that, less than ten years, "Town Manager Brian Hooten said." The beach has been rediscovered. "
Colonial Beach Planning and Zoning Commission also gave approval preliminary to two large development projects. The higher the 18-hole would put championship golf course and about 900 housing units on 600 acres near Restaurant Wilkerson. The second, more controversial because it includes a marina proposed, would create 250 housing units, most homes and boat slips for residents on 50 acres bordering Monroe Point. "With all this growth, the biggest challenge the city has now is to keep its charm, "Wardman said." It's a great opportunity. "
It is a challenge much on the mind of Brian Hooten, too. About 10 years ago, the city acquired all the years neglected sidewalk and buildings abandoned and then demolished them. Now the city has put out four acres of land for the proposal, hoping to make an offer to develop the site with business-friendly tourism. After making it twice, Hooten said, the city is still not satisfied. "The proposals have been considered for residential," said Hooten. "We want business applications used by tourists and residents, such as restaurants and ice cream. "The proposed projects are also several residential floors, which both Hooten Wardman and oppose. "I am against building high-and medium-rise here," said Wardman. "I do not think it would be a good decision, because you would like Colonial Beach with elsewhere. "
Paul Bolin, too, is a driving force in the revival Colonial Beach. He is president of the Chamber of Commerce, also in charge of the Bell House Bed & Breakfast with his wife Anne and taking guests out for cruises on Apolonia four course dinner. He is also the front "Vision 2015" which he says will develop a consensus among the residents for the direction and growth of the city. "I think the city will change," he tells me he has Apolonia off the pier of the city so we can watch the rest of the parade. "But once you start development is difficult to control where it goes. There rheostat. "
"This city is often the oldest residents, those who were young in the 50s, who want to see the city go crazy again, "says Schick Reldo, coming to sit beside me on the flying bridge we see the Apolonia Elco glide elegantly around." And is that the younger who want to maintain their unique charm. It is one of the ironies of Colonial Beach. "
At least one resident, however, would like to have it both ways. "I I would like to see some progress, but I hate to see things change, "Mary Virginia Stanford had said to me as a duck came through the front door of the store ship Navy at Stanford Railway. And that mallard, at least, was not a ghost.
About the Author
By Jody Schroath, Senior Editor for Chesapeake Bay Magazine. For more great articles and photos on Boating, sailing, fishing, and cruising, visit http://www.ChesapeakeBoating.net
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