"...Heaven and earth never agreed better to frame a place for man's habitation..."


The Eastern Shore’s first “tourist” Captain John Smith waxed poetically about our fair shores during his 1608 Chesapeake Bay voyage.

Amazing –but it’s still true.

Our tiny peninsula is the last pristine stretch on the East Coast. Where the bay meets the sea, watermen till the tides and family farms stretch lush and green. Our small towns are as Southern as sweet potato pie. Wild Chincoteague ponies run free by the sea. And our string of natural barrier islands look the same as when Native Americans first dined on oysters here.

Now it’s your turn.

Explore the Shore - You're sure to be back!