Great Storms of the Chesapeake

Baltimore.

PREFACE

This is a world apart, untamed and bleak

These lonely marshes of the Chesapeake.

— Gilbert Byron

When you set out to write about the greatest storms of the Chesapeake Bay region, what you quickly realize is how the anecdotes and facts pile up around you like snow in a February blizzard. Four hundred years of hurricanes and nor’easters, blizzards and gales, waterspouts and hailstorms is a lot of weather to cover.

Again and again, I’ve been reminded that weather is one of the last wild things on the planet, far beyond human control. Weather sometimes comes with a terrible beauty, as anyone who has watched a July thunderstorm or February blizzard can attest. Weather can catch our eye like a swimsuit model, but better watch out—she’s wearing a barbed-wire bikini. And while it’s true we’ve come a long way in predicting and understanding the weather since English explorer Captain John Smith encountered his first Chesapeake Bay squall, there’s not much we can do to change or control it.

As a lifelong Marylander, two weather incidents stand out in my childhood memory. The first is Tropical Storm Agnes in 1972. I hadn’t started kindergarten yet at Lisbon Elementary School, but I can recall how my father drove us a couple of miles down to the Route 97 bridge over the south branch of the Patapsco River. The river marked the boundary between Howard and Carroll Counties. Most of the time, the Patapsco was placid, not much more than a large stream that one could easily wade across. Sometimes we hiked a little way along the railroad tracks beside the river, and as a boy, I loved to collect lumps of coal and stray spikes and empty shotgun shells left behind by dove hunters.

The deluge of rain from the tropical storm transformed the river. Even the stream on our farm had overflowed, flooding the lower fields. Our stream, which J.E.B. Stuart’s troopers had splashed across on their way to Gettysburg, was yet another tributary of the Patapsco. The river was now raging as all this water flowed toward the Chesapeake Bay. The bridge was gone, washed away by the rushing waters that now roared as loud as Niagara Falls to my ears. All these years later, the memory of that muddy, raging river remains burned into my mind.

We were watching the river from high ground and at a safe distance. Downstream, at Ellicott City, the flood had turned deadly. Several victims would die there in the high water. As I discovered in the research for this book, it was not the first time that the Patapsco—normally so calm it could scarcely be called a river—had turned into a dangerous torrent that swept right into downtown Baltimore.

My second weather memory has to do with one of Maryland’s great snowstorms, the Presidents’ Day Blizzard of February 18–19, 1979. It would go down as the worst snowfall in almost sixty years.

My parents were in the greenhouse business, raising flowers and vegetable plants from seedlings. Dad also had a full-time job at the Social Security Administration complex in Woodlawn, where, among other things, he was in charge of snow removal. So the night of the storm he was at work, leaving my mother, me and my two younger brothers to clear the snow off our greenhouses. If not knocked off with brooms, the sheer weight of the snow could crush the plastic and metal pipe structures, along with the tiny plants inside.

This blizzard remains one for the record books not only for the extreme cold and the twenty-six inches of snow that fell but also because of how quickly the snow came down. Rates of up to three inches per hour were recorded. Half frozen, we worked right through the early morning hours to keep ahead of the snow, but it was no use. One by one, the greenhouses collapsed under the weight of the snow.

If there’s a lesson here in these childhood memories, it’s that weather has consequences and deserves respect. That’s something worth remembering, even if we’re lucky enough to be keeping an eye on the storm from the living room window. What you will find here is a collection of weather stories from across the Chesapeake region. Some are tragic, some are noteworthy for breaking all records and some are simply quirky.

When we talk about the weather, it often seems like a harmless way to make small talk and pass the time with friends and strangers alike—especially the ones in line with us at the supermarket to buy bread and milk before the next big storm. But as we’ll see in the pages to come, when it comes to the weather, it’s anything but a dull topic.

PART I

THE 1600S AND 1700S

This postcard view of a stormy sea shows an old-fashioned schooner riding the waves far from shore. Courtesy Historical Society of Cecil County.

NEW WORLD TEMPESTS

WITCHES, HURRY-CANES AND LEGENDARY STORMS

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, broom, furze, anything. The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.

—William Shakespeare, The Tempest

As the new year of 1612 approached, a play by William Shakespeare opened in the London theater. For Shakespeare, who had written about everything from star-crossed lovers to a tormented Danish prince, the subject of this play was something entirely new and different. The Tempest was the story of a cast of characters shipwrecked on a remote island. Shakespeare’s play was almost certainly inspired by a real-life storm and shipwreck experienced by travelers to the New World. Mixing magic and romance, this was a story in which the storm itself became a character. When it came to the New World and all its promise, even the storms were unlike anything the Old World had ever known.

It’s hard for us today to imagine the excitement that swept through England and Europe at the very thought of the New World. The closest comparison might be if some new planet were found to be lush and inhabitable, only in need of settlers willing to make the voyage across the stars. It was a land that promised a fresh order beyond the influence of kings and princes. Tales reached England and Europe of vast empty lands, untamed forest, wild savages and incredible sights. Those who never intended to visit the New World must have found themselves daydreaming about the possibilities of this newfound land. Shakespeare had heard the stories and journeyed there in his imagination.

On August 4, 1609, a small fleet carrying the future governor of the Virginia colony, Sir Thomas Gates, sailed into a most terrible and vehement storm that descriptions say lasted forty-four hours. The suffering aboard the tiny ships must have been beyond description. One ship sank, others were scattered and a few made it to the Chesapeake region. The colony of Maryland had not yet been founded.

The Sea Adventure, carrying Sir Thomas, was damaged and blown far off course but managed to make landfall in the uninhabited island of Bermuda. Over the next ten months, he and the crew were able to crudely repair their storm-battered ship and then complete the journey to Virginia.

While there were storms in England, there was nothing like the tempest encountered by Sir Thomas. These New World storms were something altogether different, as alien as the strange beasts and lands to which they belonged. They were massive and destructive in a way that had never been experienced. These storms even warranted a new name: hurricane. The word itself comes from Spanish explorers, who in the 1500s named these terrifying tempests huracán after a storm god of the native peoples they encountered in the Caribbean.

The storms that eventually become tropical cyclones—hurricanes—generally get their start as thunderstorms over the African continent. Some of these storms intensify as they move out to sea and gather energy from the warm tropical water. Due to the Coriolis effect, the volatile cloud mass begins to spin, moving clouds and energy high into the atmosphere. As the storm continues to grow, it siphons more warmth and energy from the sea. Eventually, the storm system takes on the trademark shape we know so well from modern satellite images—kind of like cotton candy swirling against a deep blue background. From high above, the storms hardly look like such savage tangles of winds and rain.

Some such storms hang together and come ashore as real beasts, still fully formed. Others lose their energy as they move over cooler water or land yet still contain enough energy—released in the form of rain and wind—to do serious damage.

For the first Europeans in the New World, even summer thunderstorms were strange and terrifying. One of the first Englishmen to encounter a Chesapeake Bay squall—and live to tell the tale—was Captain John Smith. With a crew of fourteen in an open boat, Smith ventured out from Jamestown in June 1608 to explore and map Chesapeake Bay. They soon encountered one of the summer squalls that seem to blow up out of nowhere. These squalls today send boaters running for port and can terrify those caught in the sudden winds and waves. Far from any help and in a slow-moving open boat, Captain Smith and his men could only try to ride it out. Smith wrote about the experience: We discovered the winde and the waters so much increased with thunder, lightning and rain that our mast and saile blew overboard, and such mighty waves overracked us in that small barge that with great labour we kept her from sinking by freeing out the water.

Disasters at sea captivated the popular imagination during the nineteenth century, as captured in this engraving of the ship Ouragan meeting its doom in the Atlantic. Courtesy Library of Congress.

The damage was such that the explorers had to land for two days and make repairs. We were forced to inhabite these uninhabitable Isles which for the extremitie of gusts, thunder, raine, storms and ill weather, we called Limbo. [Then] repairing our saile with our shirts, we set saile for the maine and fell in with a pretty convenient river on the East called Kuskarawaok [the Nanticoke River].

The weather in this New World was of great interest not only to future colonists but also to curious Old World weather watchers. Then, as now, observing the weather was very much a popular pastime among people from all walks of life. In A Relation of Maryland, published in 1635, the writer praises the weather in the colony: The temper of the Ayre is very good, and agrees well with the English…In Summer it is hot as in Spain, and in Winter there is frost and snow; but it seldom lasts long. The windes there are variable; from the Souths comes Heat, Gusts, and Thunder; from the North, or North-West, cold-weather, and in Winter, Frost and Snow; from the East and Southwest, Raine.

If the writer seems to have downplayed the worst of the weather, it should come as no surprise that he was writing a kind of travel brochure to lure potential immigrants. These optimistic or favorable descriptions were thus to be expected.

At a time when the cause of storms was beyond the knowledge of even the most educated scientists, a great deal of superstition still went hand in hand with attempting to understand and predict the weather, and these superstitions were heightened at sea. Several accounts of voyages to the New World describe how desperate, storm-tossed passengers sought to blame the bad weather on a witch aboard the ship. In some cases, the crew and passengers settled on a likely suspect and threw her overboard. This murderous act did nothing to lessen the effects of the storm except in the survivors’ imaginations, but it probably did rid the ship of an annoying old nag.

THERE WAS NOTHING THAT COULD STAND ITS FURY

One of the first major storms to impact early settlers around Chesapeake Bay was the Great Hurry Cane of 1667. No weather records or official observations existed at that time. But from the descriptions that survive to this day, there is little doubt that this was one of the Chesapeake’s worst storms, historically speaking.

Early on the morning of September 5, 1667, the red ball of the sun rose on a hazy horizon. Those going about their morning chores may have hoped for a breath of wind to stir the morning air. It had been unusually hot in the Chesapeake, as the newly settled region was called.

The Chesapeake regions of Maryland and Virginia are defined as subtropical climates with humid summers and relatively short winters—albeit