Over on Gwynn's Island at the end of a road that appears to drop off into the Chesapeake Bay is a tiny square of public beach fondly referred to as Tin Can Alley.
|Tin Can Alley is the few grains of sand from where|
I'm standing to that first jetty. Beyond that is private property.
Click here and here for previous posts on Tin Can Alley, one of which (the second link) includes the story of when my grandmother took us swimming here. After a sweltering hot, humid day filled with scalding sand, eagle-sized, biting flies, stinging nettles, and nothing to eat or drink, she "lost" the car keys. Good times.
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