Gravel Bicycling Journal

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On this particular day, My journey starts at Newport News Park, in Newport News, VA.  The park offers a 5.3 mile, hard-packed gravel, bike loop beginning at the Campsite Office. The path is fairly well shaded with an overhead canopy from beautiful trees. About half- way through the loop, a placard on the trail indicates George Washington’s Headquarters.

If you decide to further your bike ride another 5.6 miles and back, this loop crosses into the Colonial National Historical Park, in Yorktown, VA which leads to George Washington’s Headquarters, this route is mostly flat and wide wooded trails and some paved one lane roads.

Gravel bikers, mountain bikers, and hikers will see ramparts still in place from battles past.

This section is known as the French Artillery Park, it was an open field where the French established its ordinance depot.  Damaged pieces where brought here for repairs.

I biked a little further on the trail, wondering where this will lead me.  My bike computer reads I am six miles into my unknown journey. I thought, should I turn around or keep on.  About 20 yards ahead of me, I got spooked when two deer ran in front of me; not knowing if there were more, I stopped and took out my iPhone ready to take a picture, but I didn’t see any.  My history lesson continues as another placard appears.

In 1770, this is the spot of “General Nelson’s quarters

A little further on the trail was Daboville’s Headquarters.  It is difficult for me to visualize this area was inhabited and with plantation buildings.

Daboville’s Headquarters


 

On one side of the gravel road, stands a lonely marker, known as the Essex Lodge Cemetery.  It is dedicated to the memory of those who rest here.  The forebear’s and descendants of Thomas Wynn.  Host of General George Washington, October 1781.

This simple cross is thought to mark the burial place of about 50 unidentified French soldiers killed during the Siege of Yorktown.

Now, I am off onto a beaten path; where I see a group of turkeys.  There are a dozen or more, but as biked closer most of them scattered into the brambles.  I took a picture, but I only could photograph two turkeys.       

I hope you all enjoyed gravel bike ride through history. Comments are welcomed.

A Jubilant Moment

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Today my morning began early at the break of dawn.  With my camera slung over my shoulder, I walked into a gated grave yard community.

For peace of mind and tranquility, a walk through a cemetery is my start for the day.  I feel rejuvenated with my morning talk with God.

The light and joy of Mother nature comes through with birds chirping songs of reveille.  A red fox stops no more than 20 feet in front of me and stares at me; I stop, my heart beats faster not knowing what this little creature is going to do.   Finally, he makes the first move and darts into the woods.  At that moment I didn’t think of taking a picture.   In this grave yard, there are a few monuments scattered throughout the cemetery.  A statue of Jesus with a few of his disciples gave me great joy as the early morning rays of sun beamed down on this particular setting.  I wonder what lesson Jesus is telling them?  What a jubilant occasion it was to capture this moment.  “Joy cometh in the morning” (Psalm 30:5)

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