Monday, August 15, 2016

R is for Rohrersville

R is for Rohrersville (click here for map).  The 1 ½ hours
spent driving to this little town could not have been more enjoyable.  The scenery was intoxicating, and was ten times more impressive than I ever imagined.  Before I even arrived in Rohrersville, I knew I was being set-up for a day of enjoyment and extreme relaxation. 

Rohrersville is a census designated place located in the southern part of Pleasant Valley, a small valley in Washington County.  According to Wikipedia: 
 
The first settlers to arrive in the vicinity of Rohrersville began to survey land tracts in the 1730s. "Park Hall," a tract of 1,550 acres, encompassing the present village of Rohrersville, was patented in 1732 by William Parks and resurveyed in 1766 to Alexander Grimm.  Also in 1766, Frederick Rohrer, a French immigrant, settled near the present village.  His sons Daniel and Samuel established a grist mill which led to the formation of the village in the 1810s and 20s. The name Rohrersville first appears in 1836.
 
The town has 175 residents and a total land area of .8 square miles.  Rohrersville is part of Crampton’s Gap or Crampton Gap, which is a wind gap on South Mountain.   South Mountain is a northern extension of the Blue Ridge Mountain range in Maryland and Pennsylvania. 
Rohrersville countryside

You may be wondering if it was unusually windy in Rohrersville because the town is part of a wind gap.  Initially, I thought it would be windy until I found out a wind gap is a valley through which a waterway once flowed, but is now dry.  The type of wind I was initially thinking of was called a gap wind, which I did not experience at all.  Those are winds that blow through a gap between mountains – remember, I was in a valley at the base of a mountain.  And that, my good readers, is your quick atmospheric science lesson for the day!   

Back to my journey.  I decided I should begin traveling earlier than originally planned because of the day’s forecast –mainly the heat (heat index of 108 degrees.)  So, before doing anything else (to include looking for the “Welcome to Rohrersville” sign) and to beat the heat, I made a beeline for Caprikorn Farms – a goat farm.  This farm houses award winning, free-range Saanen dairy goats.  Because of their natural diet, these goats produce milk of exceptional flavor, which is perfect for cheese.  Their raw goat milk Cheddar Cheese (plain and flavored) is literally hand made in small batches in the tradition of the best artisanal farmstead cheeses.  Caprikorn Farms is Maryland’s first “On Farm Home Licensed Goat Cheese Processor.” 

Although I would be more apt to talk to a representative at one of the local festivals or farmer’s markets, I was hoping to actually tour the facility.  I called a few times and left messages about a possible tour, but no one returned my calls.  I then thought I would simply venture over to the farm once I got to town and see if I could find someone there. Earlier, I mentioned I was concerned about the heat.  I was afraid as the day wore on, it would get hotter, and I would not be able to see the goats if I was unable to get a tour (the goats may be in a barn cooling off.)

Goat Divas
My rational paid off.  When I got to the small farm nobody was around and nobody answered the phone when I called from the car.  However, the goats were there!  Some were huddled around a bale of hay eating in a corralled yard not far from the road.  Others were eating from containers attached to the fence.   I gingerly walked up to them hoping they would not run into the barn.  Nope......they actually ran towards me!  They were absolutely beautiful.  A couple of them posed nicely for me, too.  I only stayed a few minutes longer and then decided to leave – what a treat it was to see these prize winning animals!

One of the many Rohrersville roads
As I started driving down the road, my focus moved from the residents of Caprikorn Farms to my general surroundings.  The scenery was stunning!!  The seemingly endless acres of rolling manicured green fields, the mountains in the background packed with trees in full bloom, and the blue sky was, without a doubt, sensory overload.  As I kept driving, I quickly discovered this type of view was not going to change too much, so instead of stopping to embrace the moment I began my search for the next thing on my “To See” list.  
Part of Caprikorn Farms
Now, I was actually on the hunt for the “Welcome to Rohrersville” sign.  Finding the sign is usually the first thing I do when I visit a town just because I do not want to forget to take its picture.  My quick roadside scan on the way to Caprikorn Farms did not produce the sign, so I needed to keep looking.  Perhaps it is located in the town proper – I will head there.  Finding the welcome sign proves to be the most challenging thing I do when I visit these small towns - sometimes they exist, sometimes they don’t.   However, in looking for them, I occasionally stumble on something that I had not even planned on seeing.  Today was one of such instance.  Now, you know I am not going to tell you what it was, don’t you?  Yes, I am going to keep you in suspense for just a little while longer.

Rohrersville Main Street
When I got to town, I traveled to both ends of Main Street and could not find the sign.  I drove up and down Main Street (a lot), drove up and down the few side streets Rohersville had (a lot), and drove back up and down Main Street again, (a lot) – where on earth was that sign?  In one of my many travels up and down Main Street, I found the Post Office and decided to take a picture of the sign on the front of the building.  This would replace the non-existent “Welcome to Rohrersville” sign, which I would normally use to introduce the town. 
Rohrersville Post Office
I also knew full well that the day was still young and a 108 degree heat index was not going to cut my hunt short.  I “may” still find it!  The residents were just going to have to cope with the out-of-towner driving up and down all of their streets (probably for the rest of the day!) 

In my quest to find the sign, I ended up on one of the side streets that houses the entrance to the Rohrersville Community Park,
which is sponsored by the Rohrersville Ruritan Club.  The definition of a Ruritan is:   

A civic organization whose objective is to bring a closer social union between the farmers and the business and professional men and women in a community in order to make it a better place in which to live.  It is patterned after the service organizations of the cities, but changed to meet the needs of rural people in rural communities.
 
This Club is very active in the town.  Activities include:  carnivals, festivals, caroling during the holiday season, bingo, and the like.  Unfortunately, the link provided above is via Facebook.  The Club must have decided not to post current events via their website as the links found are several years old.
Park's playground
The Community Park in Rohrersville is just one of the many things the Club can take credit for in order to improve the town.   According to the history of the Club, in 1958, the Club voted to buy an 8 1/2 acre field for $3,000, which has been developed into the Rohrersville Community Park.  The park was dedicated on September 13, 1959.  Over the years, three pavilions have been built, a Well was drilled, bathrooms were installed, a bandstand was built, playground equipment was purchased, ball fields were graded, and a soccer field was added. 
Park's soccer fields and pavilions (my view from school)
Plans are being completed for additional grading to add a second soccer field and parking areas.  These fields are used as the practice and homefields for several teams of the Boonsboro Soccer League, which have been using the park field since 1990.  The park is open to the public for reunions, concerts, family outings, and relaxation on a daily basis.
 
Former Rohrersville School
From atop a hill overlooking the park was what I had accidently stumbled upon – the former Rohrersville School.  It was built in 1919, and unfortunately closed in 1978.  Now, the school is being used as the main headquarters of the Ruritan Club.  Club meetings, suppers, and other activities are held there.  The building is also used by other groups for social activities and has been the Rohrersville Election Precinct.  It is wonderful the town kept the building intact and is currently using it as a multi-purpose building.  Not only is it a magnificent building, the view from the grounds is beyond spectacular.  Recess was always a favorite subject of mine growing up, but recess at this school?  It definitely would have been moved to a higher level of appreciation!

I still had not found the sign.  So, I headed back into town to check out a few more sights I had on my “To See” list - one of which was “The Rohrersville Cornet Band of Washington County.”  Unfortunately, I was not able see the band performing or even enter their music hall as there was not anyone in the building.  However, the band’s schedule was impressive, to say the least.  It appears this group of musicians are extremely active in the State of Maryland, and probably very proud to be members of the oldest continually-performing community band in the State. 
 
Bethel United Methodist Church
A few buildings away from the music hall was the Bethel United Methodist Church, which is the oldest house of worship standing in Rohrersville.  However, from 1871-1963 this church was formerly known as the Bethel United Brethren Church.  Founded in 1800, it was simply a log structure open to the use of several congregations, and was located on the site of the present town cemetery.  The church was rebuilt in 1842 and finally replaced in 1871.  It then became one of the three churches in Rohrersville, all dating back to the 1870s and 1880s, and all having German denominations.  I found that fact amazing – three churches for 175 people!  The cemetery mentioned earlier is the peaceful Pleasant View Cemetery, and is located directly behind the church as we know it today.

Barkman's Mill cooper's building
Bear's Nursery
Looking at the time, I decided to head over to Big Cork Vineyards for lunch. However, I wanted to take another drive along the winding road leading out of town.  The houses and remaining structures from the past were just so interesting.  One of the structures left standing along the side of the road had a faded sign painted on its wall which read, “Bear’s Nursery.”  This was a nursery operated out of the cooper’s building on the property of the Barkman Mill, which is no longer standing.  The nursery was in operation from 1959 to 1979. 
Sitting on wall = ouch!
Another interesting feature about the town of Rohrersville, was the stone retaining walls positioned around several residences along with the Rohrersville School.  The walls are characteristic of the Village of Rohrersville, but they were unusual in that they have vertical quartz-like, pointy rocks lining the very top of the wall.  These vertical rocks are not close together or rounded as in a typical dry stone wall.  This unusual feature bothered me to no end.  I cannot begin to tell you how many hours I spent searching the Internet trying to find out why these walls looked so different.  I finally arrived at the conclusion that the pointy rocks were there to prevent others from sitting on the wall - so simple and probably very effective.  I really need to stop over thinking these things!!!     
 
Grapes
Just minutes from one of these “no longer confusing walls” was Big Cork Vineyards.  As I entered the driveway, I was immediately awestruck just looking at the size of the vineyard.  Rows and rows of grape vines as far as the eye could see!!!  The winding road took me to a large, white building on a hill overlooking the entire vineyard with the mountain range in the background.  This was the tasting room.  Impressive!  This ultra-contemporary room looked like something you would find in Manhattan.  
Big Cork Tasting Room
The following is a description of this room from their website:


Walking into our state-of-the-art, 10,000-square-foot tasting room is like a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure experience. Up the winding drive, and through the glass entryway, you’ll be transported to another world.  With cloud-like ceilings, sleek interior design, 
View from Big Cork patio
and an ample 25-foot tasting bar (accessible on all sides), you will enjoy all the winery has to offer in BIG style!


Weather too nice to be inside? No problem. You can drink our wine (and eat our food) anywhere… inside, outside on our patios or even from the comfort of your own picnic blanket on our lawn. Our wraparound patios are heated for year-round use, and we have a 70” flat-screen TV outside on our west patio—so you don’t have to miss out on those Sunday football games. Our entire west patio is also cigar friendly.

Jeff
I was greeted by Jeff who was the facility’s extremely personable bartender.  He asked me if I was there for the wine tasting.  But, of course!  I asked him if lunch was being served and he told me they did not have a lunch menu, as such.  There was a Market located in the next room with various cheeses, spreads, crackers, nuts, and some fruits for sale.  Not exactly what I expected, but I was alright with that.

Barrels/vats of wine
I was Jeff’s only customer.  As he poured each of the six different wines for me – SMALL GLASSES! - he provided some history about the vineyard in addition to some interesting facts about each wine I was drinking.  The conversation could not have been more enjoyable.  I thanked him for all of the information he provided and walked around the corner to the Market where I purchased my lunch – crackers and a red pepper feta spread.  Even though it was sweltering outside, I sat on the patio under an awning and took in the gorgeous scenery.  I had the entire place to myself! 
My Lunch
I had one more place to visit – The Treehouse Camp.  This is DEFINITELY on my list of things to revisit in the near future.  Located on the South Mountain, this 20 acre wooded campground, which backs up to the Appalachian Trail, is the perfect retreat for those looking for hiking, camping, fishing, tubing, or simply a place to “get away from it all.”  The current owner’s mother is the individual who literally dreamt up this successful business.  If you have the time, please read this interview with the new owner of the campground. 
The camp opened in 1971 with just three tree houses.  The term “Tree House” is a bit of a misnomer as the house is not actually sitting up in a tree.....it sits on stilts in the woods.  Two of the original tree houses remain (the Blackbird and the Eagle) and each has an actual tree running through the center of the structure!  

Tree House - "The Blackbird"

As of today, there are not only tree houses, but cottages and tent sites.  RVs and campers/trailers are not accommodated.  The main difference between a tree house and a cottage is the windows.  Both structures are elevated, but the tree houses only have screens for windows, whereas, the cottages are enclosed, insulated, and have working windows.  Only the cottages are open year around.  The older cottages have been recently remodeled and have double or single beds with mattresses.  Some of the newer cottages have queen or king sized mattresses.  All of the cottages offer an indoor table and chairs / benches and a wood stove for heating and cooking in the winter.  None of the cottages have any electricity or running water, which means you are pretty much “roughing” it.  Each site has an outdoor fire circle, grill and picnic table.  
Cottage

After stopping at the campground’s office, briefly talking with the owner, and looking at the campground rules, I took a drive through the campground. 
Tree House
I found each tree house/cottage far enough apart from its neighbor so the occupants would have plenty of privacy, peace, and quiet.  It was definitely a heavily wooded area, which I also found appealing.  The main road was not littered with trash, and there were many portable restrooms set-up throughout the area.  Undeniably, this is one of Rohrersville’s hidden gems!                                        
Sadly, I needed to get back on the road.  As I drove out of town, I reflected on the day and realized the only thing that could have made it more perfect was if I had found that sign!  I would have to say, if you are looking for a peaceful destination to escape the summertime hustle, definitely take a trip to Rohrersville.  This town is in the category of “a must visit.”


 

 

 



Friday, July 15, 2016

Q is for Quantico


Q is for Quantico (click here for map). A beautiful two hour drive along Maryland’s Eastern Shore landed me in a small town that would easily appeal to visitors. Whether it is for the day or for the weekend, one could easily succumb to relaxation here by exploring the town’s history, “shooting a birdie” (in this instance, no harm to our feathered friends), camping, or just spending an afternoon doing what Marylanders do best (at least according to THIS site!)

In 1798, Quantico originated as a small mill and quickly evolved as a flourishing village in Wicomico County.  The town encompasses a total land area of 1.89 square miles and has 133 residents – some living in the 35 homes located along the along Quantico Creek.  As many of the Eastern Shore towns are associated with Native American heritage, Quantico is no exception.  Quantico means, “Place of Dancing” and was named for the creek by the Native Americans.   

My GPS was the only thing letting me know I was closing in on the town.  There weren’t the typical green signs on the side of the road letting me know how many more miles I had left until I reached the town’s border.  Nope…. I just rounded a bend in a neighboring residential area and BAM!!!!!  The “Welcome to the Village of Quantico” sign appeared!  Alrighty then……camera fully charged?  Check!  My “To See” list ready?  Check!  Pen and note pad accessible?  Check!  Great - let’s get this party started!!

Unfortunately, many of the historical buildings the town once had are no longer standing.  One such building was the Quantico Hotel, which I pictured as distinguished because of the clientele.  The following is a excerpt about a few things the hotel was known for:      

The Quantico Hotel, owned by Thomas B. Gordy, was a stopping place for the state coach line which ran from Princess Anne to Cambridge by way of Whitehaven, Mardela, and Vienna.  Horses were exchanged and both drivers and passengers refreshed themselves.  The hotel was known for serving fine meals, especially their Snapper Turtle Pies.  After Gordy’s death, local Democratic leaders who met there to pick their candidates, award patronage, and have a good time drinking and feasting, continued the dinners.  This relationship came to an end in 1905 after Wicomico became a “Dry” county and the court ordered the bar to close. 
First United Methodist Church of Quantico
My disappointment quickly passed once I came across one of the buildings on my “To See” list - the First United Methodist Church of Quantico.  The church’s sign read, “Founded in 1778”, however, this was not the year the church was built.  1778 marks the year Methodism was brought to Quantico making it the first Methodist congregation south of Delaware.  This particular church started out as a chapel originally built about a mile from its present location.  In 1820, the chapel burned down and another one was built in its place.  In 1847, the church was moved to its present location.  After adding 14 feet to the structure, it was rededicated in 1848. 
Unfortunately, the structure is closed to the public since it is badly in need of repair.  However, I was able to walk about the property and take note of a couple of things – one being the bell tower, which houses a pretty interesting bell.  In 1848, this particular bell was cast in Baltimore and presented to the church upon its rededication.  According to towerbells.org:

[Baltimore] is home to the only historic American bellfoundry to have survived past the middle of the 20th century.  McShane Bell Foundry was one of the three major American makers of chimes, besides producing thousands of single bells and peals of 2 to 4 bells.   

If you access the list from the above McShane Bell Foundry link (the foundry is still in existence), 
Bell Tower
you will not find the bell listed that is located in Quantico, Maryland.  This is because the company did not start keeping accurate records until the late 1800s.  


Wooden slats cover all four sides of the bell tower, so you cannot actually see the bell.  By now, you’re probably asking what I found so interesting about this bell, aren’t you?  Well, I’ll tell you.…..I found it interesting because this bell has been tolled for every President of the United States who died in office since President Lincoln.  These Presidents were: 

                Abraham Lincoln (1861-1865)

                James A. Garfield (1881)

                William McKinley (1897-1901)

                Warren G. Harding (1921-1923)

                Franklin D. Roosevelt (1933-1945)

                John F. Kennedy (1961-1963)

So, is the bell still located in the tower?  “Yes”, according to a passerby.  He looked pretty young in age, so I doubt he would have heard the bell toll for President Kennedy! 
Time Capsule
Additionally, there is a granite marker outside the church where parishioners placed a Tricentennial Capsule (time capsule) in 1976 - it is to be opened in 2076. 
After spending a few more minutes at the church, I decided I would venture over to Camp Royal Oak.  Camp Royal Oak is part of the Veteran Support Centers of America.  This is a facility to assist our military veterans in their time of need.  Per their website, here is an excerpt from the description of Camp Royal Oak: 


VSCOA’s Camp Royal Oak is a first of its kind transitional residence program established to serve homeless and disabled veterans who have become homeless. The Camp serves honorably discharged veterans who are living honorable lives.  Located on a 50 acre campus Camp Royal Oak serves as home and employer to those who find their way to our front door.  It is located in Quantico on the beautiful Eastern Shore of Maryland, fifteen miles from Salisbury MD.  This is the Eastern Shore’s only program to serve homeless and disabled veterans who have become homeless.
Camp Royal Oak Entrance
A guest blogger (a military wife) was able to spend some time at the compound a couple of years ago, and wrote a beautiful article about her visit to the site.  If you have the time, please take a few minutes to read what she wrote.   I attempted to call before visiting Quantico to inquire about a possible visit, but nobody answered the phone.  I was hoping to drop in unannounced when I was visiting the town, but the entrance to the driveway had the dreaded “No Trespassing” signs posted on each side of the entrance.  I am certain the reason I could not reach the facility is because the veterans “stationed” here require extensive care and support, and do not need the general public invading their privacy.  As I have nothing but respect for what these servicemen did for our country, I wasn’t disappointed in the least I couldn’t access Camp Royal Oak.  I am grateful this establishment is here so the veterans are able to get the assistance they require.

The Sandy Hill Family Camp was another one of the Quantico sites I wanted to visit, and it happened to be located right down the road from
Camp Royal Oak.  I was hoping I would be allowed to tour the premises even though I was not one of their registered campers.  When I arrived to the campground, a sign at the entrance instructed me to visit the office to pay a nominal fee as a visitor.  I found the office/General Store, which was closed.  I think it was because I was at a campground on a weekend, and everyone was probably still relaxing or sleeping in.  However, there was a doorbell on the office door…..I rang it, and a few minutes later a women sleepily walked over from the house located across the street.  I explained why I was there and told her I wanted to pay the visitor’s fee.  
Recreation Center
She told me payment was not necessary if I was just going to be there for less than one hour.  She told me to feel free to walk around and take in the sights.  I thanked her and we parted ways. 


Wow!  This place was nice!  The campground is situated along the beautiful Nanticoke River and the views were spectacular.  Even with the day being a bit overcast, all was not lost – a grey sky, calm water, a fisherman quietly motoring by in the distance, 
Fisherman
and only the birds out and about were incredibly relaxing.  The campground was filled with campers, small boats and canoes, and the smell of campfires.  I walked around the yard surrounding the office admiring the view, and then saw a woman going into the adjacent building (which happened to be the “Recreation Center”.)  I followed her into the building and immediately started to comment on the how nice the campground was, and asked her if she knew anything about the history of the place.  And then I felt a little embarrassed – the rollers in her hair and the groggy look on her face told me it was a “tad” early for her to be engaging in all of this conversation!  She was extremely cordial, though (maybe she already had some coffee?) – she just smiled and told me she was going to ring the doorbell on the office door so the owner could come over and talk to me.  Nooooooo!!!!  Not the doorbell!!!!
Panic-stricken me:  “Really, Ma’am, you seriously don’t have to do that.  I can just call later and talk….”  She rang the bell.  Great.  And then the woman began to wander away.  Of course she did – even better.  I looked over at the house across the street (which I deduced was the owner’s house) and cringed as I watched a gentleman walking towards me.  I quietly chanted to myself, “Curb your enthusiasm, reduce the amount of questioning, and remember only the birds are awake!” (over and over, again.)  Thankfully, he didn’t look bothered at all when he reached me.  He asked if he could help me and I asked him if he could provide any information on the campground to me.  

He happily told me the campground was family owned and operated.  Back in the 1960s, there were only cabins on the grounds used for camping.  Those cabins have since
Sandy Hill Campground in 1960s
disappeared and the grounds are now used for campers/travel trailers only.  He told me that prior to the cabins in the 1960s, the campground was actually an amusement park and the office (where we were standing) was the building where a merry-go-round was housed.  Unfortunately, my research found no evidence an amusement park ever existed on the property, but it was an interesting story, none-the-less.  I then asked him about the campground’s amenities.  He told me there was a little sandy beach for sunbathing and swimming, boat ramps, a playground, and piers for fishing and crabbing.  He also showed me a map of the lots where you could put your camper/trailer.  I found it to be a very informative conversation.

Nanticoke River - Sandy Hill Camp
He explained that I was more than welcome to walk around the grounds, and if I had any questions to contact him either by going back in the office/General Store, or…….wait for it…….ringing the doorbell and he would be right over!  I laughed, thanked him for his time, and wandered around the immediate area for a few minutes. I found the entire campground to be well-equipped with activities and amenities – I would have everything I needed if I camped here.  Then I got back in my car and decided to take the long way out of the campground.  By now, people were milling about and beginning to visit with each other.  It looked like everyone was really having a good time!
Oldest Home in Quantico

Although it may have been early for the campers, I was starting to get hungry for lunch.  So, before I headed over to my lunch spot, I wanted to cross a couple of more items off of my “To See” list.  The first was the oldest house in Quantico.  According to Wikipedia, the house was built in 1790 with an addition added in 1810.   I found it interesting that the dates of the house can actually be traced by the nails used on the house.  Per John Carter, author of My Old House: How Nails Can Tell You the Age of Your House (a short article):
Before 1790 all the nails used were hand wrought from wrought iron. This was generally a two-man operation where one blacksmith made the nail’s shank then he passed it on to another specialist who formed the head in a special die. The head on these hand wrought nails usually displays for places where it was struck by a hammer forming the head.

The home does not face the street as it was built to face Quantico Creek, which was originally part of the property.  The house and three acres were sold in 1798 and purchased by Henry Crawford, a tanner, who gave the property the name Chelsea.  Census records show that the house, at the time, had a log cookhouse, stable, and meat house, as well as other commercial buildings such as a tannery, shed, bark house, and millhouse. 

I was unable to tell if the house had a tenant.  Research told me the house had been for sale, but there was not a “For Sale” sign in the yard.  The grass was overgrown, weeds were everywhere, and there was a wooden “Welcome” sign hanging from a branch of a small tree.  I did not see a “No Trespassing” sign posted, but did not want to take a chance on trespassing on the property if someone was living there.  So, I decided to get back on the road and work my way over to the other item on my “To See” list before having lunch.
Old Green Hill Church
I wanted to see the Old Green Hill Church (now, St. Bartholomew's Episcopal Church.)  The problem was there was not a number with the address listed – only the road that the church was on.  I found the road, which had a Dead End sign posted.  I drove the entire length of the road (roughly 5 miles, which ended at a private drive) and did not see the church nor the historical marker.  Did I miss something?  I decided that maybe I did, so I turned around and drove back (at a snail’s pace) to the beginning of the road.  Nope.  I still didn’t see anything.  Hmmmm.  I remembered that when I was conducting my research and ran across the marker, it had grid coordinates associated with it.  I pulled up the site on my phone, found the marker and grid coordinates, and entered them in my GPS.  That didn’t work – those coordinates brought me to a different city and state (I was probably entering them incorrectly).  And then I found it!!! 
Old Green Hill Church (Back)
The brilliant individual who posted pictures of the
marker ALSO posted written directions a few lines down from the grid coordinates!!!  I felt as if I had won the lottery!!! 
Once again, I started my journey and “this” time, I followed the directions provided on the website.  A few minutes later, I came across the sharp bend that was mentioned.  However, it was a house sitting in front of me and not a church.  Now what?  I saw an individual in the yard working and realized he was part of a lawn care service, and not the owner of the home.  I walked up to him and asked him if he knew of an old, historical church in the area.  He said, “Yes” and pointed to the area behind him, which bended around the tree line.  I remember reading I had to walk about 300 yards to actually get to the marker and church.  I asked him if it would be a problem going back there.  He said, “Not at all.” 

Now, the entire time I was talking to this gentleman, I was standing in front of a thick cable strung across what looked like a little drive going into the yard of the house where I was parked.  If I had to step over the cable, I would only have to raise my foot about 5 inches.   I told him that it didn’t look like I should be going back there because of the cable.  He told me not to worry.  People were always coming up to the cable with keys unlocking it to go see the church.  Keys?  Where the heck are the keys?!  I told him I didn’t want to drive to the church, I was fine with just walking.  He told me just to step over the cable and walk on back.  I asked, “Sir, do you live here?”  He said, “No” - he was just part of the lawn care service.  I was just about to say, “No, thank you.  I don’t want to trespass on private property” when I remembered that the church had a historical marker.  This church was something the public was allowed to see, right?  So, I stepped over the cable, hugged the tree line, and walked back to see the church. 

I saw the church and marker a few yards away, and then all of a sudden I became bothered by two things.  One, was the Deer Flies.  They were EVERYWHERE!  Try to take a picture when you are frantically swatting the air, and at the same time trying to get them out of your hair.  Why did I stay?  You guys read the story about how determined I was to find this place, right?  I risked possible arrest to see this church!!!  So, while I was running around in my flip flops swatting the air and trying to take pictures, the second thing I became bothered about entered my mind.  Snakes!  I was running around in VERY tall grass with the Wicomico River a few yards in front of me – a recipe for disaster!  As much as I wanted to stay and relish in the fact I was in a place not a lot of people have seen, I decided I should probably leave.  Luckily, I was able to take a few good pictures, never got bitten by a snake or a Deer Fly, and wasn’t greeted by the police as I was crossing back over the cable.  The lawn care technician was laughing a little bit as I ran away from the tree line towards my car.  He asked, “The flies?”  Yep……glad I made his day!  Haha!
By now, I was definitely ready for lunch.  I read The Red Roost was famous for their seafood.  I was pretty hungry for a crab cake, too.  After all, I “was” on Maryland’s Eastern Shore! 
One of the many walls with dollar bills affixed
When I entered the restaurant, I immediately noticed the countless, signed dollar bills that were affixed to the walls.  I had seen this before in another restaurant I visited.  Why were they there?  Here are a couple of theories: 

I have heard a couple of different stories. One is that it was started by fishermen who tacked a dollar bill to the ceiling of their local pub so that if they did not have any luck with the fishing that day, they would still have money for a drink at the end of the day. This type of insurance policy became a way of insuring good luck (sort of like the opposite of washing your car to make it rain). The other story I have heard is that soldiers and sailors going off to war would tack the dollar bill onto the ceiling in their favorite watering hole to insure that they would return home safely to reclaim their dollar and use it to buy their first drink (similar to how people will throw a coin into Trevi Fountain in Rome to insure that they will return to Rome someday).   

Stories/theories such as these have always interested me.  Will the real answer ever be known?  The world may never know! 

I was seated with a menu and a few minutes later, Tiffany came over to take my order.  I asked her how the crab cakes were.  For the life of me I couldn’t figure out why I asked her that question because the phrase at the top of the menu read, “Voted Best Crabhouse, Best Seafood, & Best Crab Cakes!”  Before Tiffany could laugh at me, I quickly ordered a crab cake to save myself the embarrassment of hearing her possibly say, “The statement at the top of menu says it all!”  However, I “did” ask her how it was prepared.  
Crab Cake
Tiffany smiled and told me it would be broiled and that there was no other option.  She told me there was probably .000000000005% filler

and because of that, the “all lump meat” crab cake would not stay together if it was put in a deep fryer.  Wow!  This was going to be good! 

By the way, I wanted to throw in that descriptor of the crab cake for effect – if you don’t know anything about crab cakes, you should know crab cakes made with lump crab meat are the best. 

As I anxiously waited for my lunch, I started to look around the room.  There were more dollar bills on the walls, and I noticed the lamp shades on the hanging lights were crab baskets. 
Metal Rail
Then I noticed a metal rail running along the length of the ceiling, dead-center down the middle of the room, which was at least 100 feet in length.  Odd - this building must have been something else before it was a restaurant.  I was going to get up and ask, but lunch arrived.  The meal I had only read about!!   It was beyond good – even beyond amazing! 
Tiffany stopped by to ask how everything was and it was at this point I asked her about the rail running along the ceiling.  She told me that the building was not always a restaurant – it was originally a chicken house in the 1940s.  It was only around for 15 or so years because during the last few years of its life, a series of floods drowned the chickens because of the way the roof was built.  In the early 1970s, it was converted to a recreation building on a campground that campers would use to cook food.  Additionally, the watermen from the Nanticoke would stop by to cook their catch.
Red Roost
It also attracted campers from The Roaring Point Campground in nearby Nanticoke – instead of driving over, the campers would motor over by way of boat.  However, the campground was difficult to get to during that time, so it closed.  In the mid-1970s, it was converted to The Red Roost restaurant and the rest is history.  Tiffany told me she has been working there for a little over 10 years and absolutely loves it! 

I needed to get on the road – there was one more thing to check off my list before heading home, though.  I was going to take a drive by The Green Hill Yacht and Country Club.
Club House

Now, I have to tell you I am not a golfer.  I just wanted to let you know the course was down there.  Here is a little information on the club per their website:

A long-time tradition on the Eastern Shore, Green Hill Country Club offers exclusive member benefits while enabling everyone to enjoy the challenging 18-hole championship course, special events and waterside bar and restaurant.  No matter what your lifestyle, Green Hill has something to offer. If you’re an avid golfer this par 72 course, set along the scenic Wicomico River with towering pines, provides a challenge time and time again. If you’re just a casual player, want to plan a fun golf outing, or think it’s time for a lesson, our pro will make you feel right at home. In addition to golf, we offer season pool passes and full social memberships for those interested in fun, year-round events.
I really needed to get back on the road and drive home.  Visiting Quantico was a wonderful experience and I am fairly certain there is an activity here that would appeal to just about anyone.  There was more “present” here than “past”, but that’s okay – the relaxation felt here was the perfect balance.  I absolutely loved this little town.