Drive to the tip of Kent Island and follow the road until it nearly runs out of land. Love Point Beach sits at the end of a residential lane, its parking area tucked beside the rusted infrastructure of the old ferry terminal that once shuttled passengers to Baltimore. The waterline here shifts with the tide, exposing a beachcomber's trove of olive-brown periwinkle shells, splintered driftwood, and the occasional blue crab carapace.
“One of the few public bay beaches where you can still see the bones of Maryland's steamboat era jutting from the water.”
Credit: UnsplashLong-tail boats moored in clear water
The public pier extends into the bay, its planks sun-bleached and salt-warped, drawing anglers who cast for striped bass and white perch. In the shallows, marsh grasses sway in the brackish current, and osprey nest atop channel markers offshore. The water tastes faintly of salt but lacks ocean intensity—this is estuary country, where freshwater rivers dilute the Atlantic's reach.
Few visitors stumble upon this spot. No lifeguards patrol, no concession stands interrupt the view. On weekday mornings, you might see a lone jogger or a retiree walking a spaniel, but mostly you'll have the riprap jetty and its congregation of cormorants to yourself. The western exposure means sunsets paint the Annapolis skyline across the water in amber and violet, the Bay Bridge's steel span catching the last light.
