Tuckahoe (from Window on the Chesapeake)
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You cannot walk the shores of the Chesapeake Bay or travel its tributaries without treading on history. It’s all here—shark teeth from the Miocene epoch 10 to 20 million years ago, stone tools from paleo-Indian tribes, lost towns whose names are whispers in time, colonial plantation homes still shaded in magnolias, Revolutionary forts, sad, simple graves of Civil War dead. In many places on the Bay, the modern world of highways and strip malls tramples on and obscures this past. But in the quiet solitude of Tuckahoe Creek on Maryland’s upper Eastern Shore, you can, quite simply, time travel.

This is what Carl Scheffel is doing on a fine autumn day, though to the uninitiated it seems he is just paddling his small dory down the broad back of the river. To fold yourself into a small boat, though, and silently travel the sinuous path this waterway has carved for thousands of years is to open yourself to the possibilities of a tangible, reachable past. Scheffel, executive director of the Old Harford Town Maritime Center in nearby Denton, Maryland, comes here often to get an unadulterated feel for what once was. Some twenty-five miles
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This story is an excerpt from Window on the Chesapeake by Wendy Mitman Clarke. To order this book, visit the Mariner's Museum.
long from its mouth on the upper Choptank River to its navigable end north of Hillsboro, the Tuckahoe squirms like a snake into the Delmarva hinterland. Native Americans hunted and fished its banks and woodlands as long as 10,000 years ago. Frederick Douglass, who helped awaken a nation to the inhumanity and degradation of slavery, spent his early years exploring its shores. One hundred-fifty years ago, the Tuckahoe was a veritable riverine highway, a thriving trade route for steamboats that negotiated its tight turns and powerful currents to land at wharves named Wayman and New Bridge, Cowards and Coveys, moving goods and people between the Eastern Shore and Baltimore.

Today the river is silent, save for the keen of an osprey or the prehistoric squawk of a blue heron. Twisting and turning, the river carries a powerful current that drops the water as much as four feet on a falling tide. The riverscape is a layered mosaic. Floating meadows of yellow pond lilies border broad fields of reeds and grasses, which give way to a low shoreline topped with mile after mile of oaks and sycamores, maples and sweet gums. It would seem, in all this unmolested solitude, that the river’s busy past could not possibly be real. But traces of it are still here to touch, if you know what to reach for.

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