This past weekend while the gang was all over the world reporting in from Texas, Washington State, New Jersey and even Monte Carlo, we were right at home in Reedville VA, our wonderful home on the Bay. This web stuff is mind blowing sometimes. I recall a time when we thought that technology would make life less personal. And yet, we are all making pals across the planet. Amazing stuff. One of the main reasons that we were not zipping around all over the place was because of the Annual blessing of the fleet in Reedville. It’s a church service held at the old Fish stack that the community just rebuilt.
The stack represents the rich culture and history of the area. Reedville is still a working fishing village. In fact, I think its the second largest fishing port in the US next to some town in Alaska. If your wife uses Omega fish oils. Look on the back of the box.. Reedville VA..
The town is frozen in time. IN A GOOD WAY! Stunning homes from the 1920’s that line the water, and small coves in protected waters. Everyone gets around by boat. Like a lake, but with the freedom to take off and go as far as you like. Most of the folks that live there are full timers, waterman and retired couples. This weekend is very special in the area because the blessing its a ritual that has been going on for decades. Waterman and regular folks like yours truly all go out into the mouth of the Great Wicomico and gather. Then parade back in to the Stack and the service starts. Seems rather simple. And it is, in a true Virginia understated way.
Yet deep in emotion and respect for the water and the summers future harvest. By the way.. this is going to be an amazing year if you love crabs..
As a wood boat lover it’s especially moving, since 80% of the boats are made from wood. Old and new Deadrise fishing boats. Buyboats, Small wood skiffs, still being built by local folks like Randy Cockrell, and George Butler. It’s real here, authentic, this is no re-enactment, or show for tourists. It’s a way of life that is self sustaining that has been going on for over a century. As I travel around the country I am always in search for rituals and things that embody the location that are real, and built over time, and ring true to the area. I can not imagine a more wonderful way to start out the boating season than with this Bleesing of the fleet.