National Geographic : 1964 Sep
the men of Jamestown in the ships Susan Constant, Godspeed, and Discovery, but the Virginians inadvertently spoiled our game. Our 36-foot ketch Betelgeuse (page 383) was taking a drubbing in a northeast blow. Photographer Bates Littlehales crawled for ward over the plunging cabin top to take in the mainsail. Immediately the Virginia pilot boat on station off the Capes sent a launch pounding in our wake. After that, only the shriek of wind in the rigging and pound of waves against wooden hull were the same, for nobody met the set tlers in 1607. We asked the pilots why they had sent a launch. "We never pass up a fee," said one of them, straight-faced. We knew better. They thought 380 we were in trouble. Baymen never turn their backs on a boat in distress. In the Bay mouth stand artificial islands from which a highway on stilts ducks be neath the waves. This is the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, a $200,000,000 concession to changing times.* The waterways, original highways of settlement, are obstacles in an age of wheeled traffic, and must be bridged. Some feel the Bridge-Tunnel will spoil the quiet charm of the lower Eastern Shore. It will change it, for a fact, just as the earlier Maryland Bay Bridge from near Annapolis to Kent Island peppered the upper Shore with resorts and summer colonies. *See "Over and Under Chesapeake Bay," by David S. Boyer, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, April, 1964.