By the sea, by the beautiful sea. The second day.

Sunrise in Wachapreague. Just saying “Wachapreague” makes me smile. A storm had passed the cape overnight, and dawn’s early lights were brilliantly colored. I roused the Hound—hard to believe, I know; grabbed the Canon and slipped out of the bungalow.

There is but one main road on the Cape and on this gorgeous day we were on it southbound. This part of the Commonwealth has a retro-feel to it, with neon hotel signs, fireworks stands, the second largest antique mall in America, and Stuckeys! You know we were stopping…

 

The Southern Grille, serving soft shells (I was tempted…). Chow Chow and pickled vegetables. Virginia peanuts, candy cigarettes, and even nightlights with Austrian crystal. And…Hungarian Paprika?

 

Onward toward Cape Charles, easily the prettiest small town on the Cape; its Main Street lined with a healthy mix of upscale and homey and dog-friendly stores, and delightfully void of the tourist tchotchke that otherwise ruins places like these.

Time for sand and surf! Kiptopeke State Park welcomes both humans and their four-pawed with a special beach section!  Someone was having fun!

 

The boys contemplating why anyone thought concrete tanker ships was a good idea.

Just one Slipper for me, but plenty of Common Jingle! AND an intact Lightning Whelk!

Let’s talk about this pier side lunch, shall we?  Local creek oysters, briny fresh slurpy goodness. Paired with a Vienna Lager.

Squee!  A soft shell sandwich, pimped out with crispy coating, bacon and a Sriracha Aioli. A little decadent.

Our little Seafood Hound, waiting patiently for his morsel(s).

More squee!  I spied a pair of Osprey, standing watch over their massive nest. Did not have the Canon power to zoom in onto them or into the nest to peek for Ospreylets, though.

The balance of the afternoon was idled away with antique-store hopping and a stop at Chatham Vineyards for a tasting. The farm has been in the same family for four generations; and a vineyard of French varietals since 1999. Rather charmingly, one can even kayak up to it along Church Creek, the name of their wines.

Prost! to another memorable day.