We ducked in behind Cobb Island on Friday afternoon after another uneventful trip down the Potomac River. We figured we'd stay a couple of nights because our haulout was set for Tuesday morning, and it was only another 20 miles from there.
After we anchored we putted into town in our dinghy, tied up at the launch ramp, and got to talking with a couple who were just coming in from their crab traps. They had several bushel baskets full of crabs; most destined for the restaurant not 100 yards away. They also recommended that we come back Sunday night for live music out on the lawn behind the restaurant.
Cobb Island is a small community that started out as summer homes, but now has a permanent population of hardy souls. There is a little market, a post office, a pizza place, a few shops, the restaurant, a bait shop, the launch ramp, marinas, and boats and crab pots everywhere.
So we did go into town Sunday evening and joined the locals for an interesting evening. The band was a full on Motown-type group; three guitars, drums, percussion, keyboard, sax, trumpet, and two vocalists. And they were pretty good! We (and all the other oldies in the audience) knew all the songs by heart. Everyone was drinking, laughing, singing along, dancing, playing cornhole, and just having a great time. It was small town America at its best. And what a great place to celebrate Memorial Day.