For years, we thought of Kent Island as little more than a stretch of traffic-clogged, shopping-centered Route 50, a place to fly over on our way to the beaches of Maryland and Delaware.
Boy, were we wrong.
On a recent spring day, we found plenty to do on this little chunk of land at the eastern base of the Bay Bridge. The trick was to get off the main drag, slow down, and enjoy the beautiful natural setting.
We rode our bikes on flat, perfectly paved paths that wound through woods and tidal marshes. We listened to the gentle shush of waves on a quiet white-sand beach. We sipped beers and ate oysters and rockfish on the sprawling deck of Hemingway’s Restaurant, as the sun sank into the Chesapeake Bay.
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