Plymouth Powerboat School

That was me, my sail boat and singing "Go, Bill, we will take a rock old country. / Let's go back down on the Rappahannock, Tappahannock way down. / The whip, the bill, while the rocks throughout the world. The song is Bill Moore's early blues composition "Old Country Rock", but my interpretation of it could not, alas, have been counted in any way a success, since I am unable to wear a piece. However, I thought perhaps ghost Moore would agree with it because (a) I was surfing alone and thus not subject to the riot, and (b) I was in the Rappahannock sailed on my way to visit Tappahannock, Virginia

Moore, who had been a barber in Tappahannock, was also a bluesman leading East Coast or Piedmont variety. He recorded that song and five others of his own for Paramount Records in Chicago in the winter of 1928. This is a record that is now prized by collectors in the early blues. In 2005, 54 years after his death, Moore received a historical marker of his own, placed along Route 17 near her salon where once stood. Bill Moore is one of a handful of interesting things about this little town with the name quadrisyllabic on the banks of the river quadrisyllabic.

So like I said, I sang to myself and sailing along the north-west generally hold a place in a breeze from the southwest in general. I had a lot of time singing from Tappahannock is about 35 miles upstream of Stingray Point to the mouth of the Rappahannock. Tappahannock has been around for a long time, not to mention its many centuries as a Native American settlement. English-settler-wise, however, it is almost as old as you can get. Captain John Smith slept here, at least he tried, but was immediately given the bum rush very annoyed by the occupants of the region. A few decades later, the settlers have made such a hundredfold, pushing the Indians, the region has become English, first under the name Hobbs his hole, the operator named Jacob Hobbs and anchors. (That "sound" in the middle of Hobbs's hole is just the way the old school to make a possessive, by the way, as the "dog's dinner.") Then the name was changed to New Plymouth Finally, in 1705, back to Smith had written the name on his card Tappahannock, or "the city on the rise and fall of water." Rappahannock apparently meaning "rise and fall of water." Tapp place Rapp, I thought dreamily in the heat of the sun. Rapp, Mr. Tapp... Hmmm.

Here I am sailing and singing: When ev'ry stock makes you money / When you break the ev'ry heart / Is this a breeze, it's funny / Attention Sonny / Rap -tap, rap-tap. . . wood. No, a historic landmark of Cole Porter is nothing interesting about Tappahannock. Nevertheless, it would not hurt to do some rap Tappahannock, tapping on the wood. Like dozens of other facilities strategically located on the Chesapeake Bay and its tributaries, Tappahannock by the mid 18th century was a bustling center for commerce, ships to stop on the way up and down the river . But like many other centers in the early exchanges, the companies file the diminishing natural resources and land routes developed. Very quickly, the passage of time, as trade has slowed to a trickle, and Tappahannock, like Rip van Winkle, almost drowsy during the next hundred years.

It's a long way to Tappahannock / It's a long way to go. . . As the sun got hotter and I'm sleepy, it seemed that slumbered in recent years has not been altogether a bad idea. I was making progress, though. I crossed the river Corrottoman, then the town of Urbanna, Virginia, and Belle Isle State Park. As I browsed the dozens of boats that had flocked near the mouth of the Rappahannock fell behind me, until the time I reached Farnham Creek was all alone. Not many people made the trip to Tappahannock sailing these days, not only the considerable distance.