Turn East off of 640 and get onto Ritchie Rd only for a few hundred yards when it turns into St. Margarets Rd. These are sparsely traveled backroads with little shoulder but the traffic is sooo light that biking on them is simple in the middle of the day. 6 miles of pedaling will put you at the Chesapeake Bay Bridge.

The interesting conundrum with the Bay bridge is they will not allow one to bike over it and they no longer offer a ride over it. However they will direct you to a company which will take you over at the cost of $30 for the 1 mile ride.... C'mon, what a frickin joke. I talked with the company and they said they have had over 3,000 rides already. This means they mad over 90,000. Not bad, perhaps I should get a van and go into business!

I have an old friend who works within sight of the bridge so right after lunch we threw the bike in the back and he trucked me over the bridge to a little bar's parking lot on the other side of the bridge at the first exit for route 8 North.
I refilled the water bottles and turned right onto route 18 (main street) a small back road with no shoulder however once again light traffic and a speed limit of 30 miles an hour means you are almost going as fast as the cars for the 13 miles you're peddling along it. This is a really good thing as it gives cars plenty of time to see and react to you. The very few cars who I did encounter were courteous and gave plenty of space when passing. This runs parallel to route 50 until finally intersecting the split of 50/301. This is where 50 allows bike traffic again for 6 miles until you get to 662. 662 is a good bike road with small shoulders but very light on traffic. This is the first taste of country roads which you will enjoy for the next 100+ miles of farm fields, deer, small planes and oh yeah ROAD KILL. remember the smell you get when driving down the road and a skunk has been hit? In a car that lasts for a long time where you roll up the windows and drive a little faster hoping to get away from the stench.. Well on a bike there are no such luxuries... You hope the wind easy, hope for some downhills and push a little harder on the pedals. You eventually get use to the stink. 2 miles down 662 and you cross Wye Mills. This little area has a park in it which I had fished some 8 years ago. We threw a bass boat on it and did ok. Nothing great. I do remember a night fishing the spillway and getting more eel and turtles than fish.

Wye Mills water marks the entrance to Talbot County as well

Another 4 miles and you come up on a little corn field which always holds deer. This afternoon there were at least 3 bucks in velvet and just as many does... Those deer had grown use to the occasional car passing however they did not like the odd ball biker stopping to take a picture. By the time I got myself together they bolted for the woods. You can barely make out two of the bucks headed into the woods.