My parents lived on the Eastern Shore for 16 years. I never was able to find a Latin Mass to attend when I visited, so if I was there on Sunday, I sat in the pew in their novus ordo church and prayed the Rosary until I was rudely informed by a pants wearing lady Eucharistic minister that Rosary praying was "inappropriate" during mass. I should "participate in the liturgy." Rather than make a problem for my parents, after that, I stayed away. I was once introduced to one of the priests in Walmart. Fr. was wearing shorts, T-shirt, sneakers and a baseball cap. Let's just say I was not impressed. I hate to think what St. Francis de Sales would have to say about the parish under his patronage. The closest Latin Mass was 115 miles away in Wilmington, just too far to reasonably attend. Add another 50 miles to the round-trip and I'd be back home in New York.
My parents moved back to NY last year as the up-keep of their home in MD got too difficult with no family nearby. The Eastern Shore is lovely, beaches, the bay, holly and pine forests, mild climate. Spiritually, pretty much a Traditional wasteland!