Thursday, August 15, 2019

History Upon History Upon History

From St. Louis, we headed into Tennessee, where we spent a few days with family, and then on to Virginia to see more family.  Pulled over off the interstate, the Blue Ridge Mountains were a beautiful sight.



Virginia Beach was pretty crowded for Memorial Day weekend, but it was a great amount of fun.  I especially liked this mural that was just before getting to the beach.



I got lucky with this shot.  All of the others had people in them - lots of people.  We weren't on the part of the beach that made the news for all the garbage that was left behind, and we did our part by picking up our trash (and some of other people's).  From the water, it appeared the fishing was pretty good, too.  One day, we'll come back and do some fishing up there, too.

We spent some time checking out the Yorktown Battlefield, where General Cornwallis' army surrendered to end the Revolutionary War.  Inside the Visitor's Center, they had a museum that was designed so you could walk through replicas of parts of the battleships that were used in the bay


see command tents that were pitched in the campaign grounds


and look at dioramas of various themes, such as the ceremonial surrender of the British troops.


After leaving the visitor's center, we stopped by the cemetery where many people had paid their respects by leaving ribbons, badges, and lapel pins on the wall outside the cemetery gates.



We saw some fortified positions


and Moore House, where the terms of surrender were negotiated



But most of the park was just empty fields or groomed forested areas with signs stuck in the ground identifying what that piece of land was used for during the final campaigns at Yorktown.


We did catch some animal sights, though, so that helped.



Going into downtown Yorktown, we saw the Victory Monument and some other neat things in town. The tall ships had dropped their sails, though, so I didn't take pictures.  The plan was to take a sail on one, but the day we had planned to go, my foot swelled up - yet again.  Besides, they ended up sold out for that day, too.  Apparently, there was a school function that day.





We also went to Historic Jamestown, the site of the first successful English settlement in the New World.  We started at Jamestown Settlement, a private living history museum, that was a couple of miles away from the actual settlement site.  We learned the error of our way at the admission gate, and they gave us directions to the actual settlement site.  They have a lovely monument at the entrance, though.



When we got to Historic Jamestown (the actual site) instead of Jamestown Settlement (the private museum), we saw some wildlife there, too.



Archeologists are still digging and finding relics, which are being housed in the museum on site, and they are recreating/restoring structures that were present at the time.  For instance, this church is being rebuilt over the site (and preserving the remaining brickwork) that were originally built in the settlement.




There are also statues of Pocahontas and Captain John Smith.  The guide who was taking a group around pointed out that Disney did get it wrong.  Pocahontas did save Captain John Smith, but she married John Rolfe, not Captain Smith.



The museum sits behind the footprint of the original statehouse, where many of the foundation stones remain.


Inside the museum, there were loads of pieces that had been recovered from the grounds of the original settlement.  In some cases, the missing pieces were drawn in to make it easier to see how each piece was used.


There was also the burial grounds for settlers who died during the first year.


Not all of the buildings were being rebuilt, but their footprints were well preserved.


There were multiple opportunities to see how things were done in the original Jamestown settlement, and it was a wonderful morning.




After Jamestown, we went to Historical Williamsburg.  Williamsburg is the home of William and Mary University, and Colonial Williamsburg is no less groomed.  It was a lovely place, with many of the streets paved in oyster shell.  Over the years, though, we have seen many people in period dress and witnessed many of the artisans.  I've seen blacksmiths working forges, leather smiths tanning and working leather, wool being spun, and many different things.  It was also exceptionally hot, and we were tired after walking around Jamestown.  Bruce had been having difficulty dealing with the heat.  So, we decided to go back to the hotel.  The plan was to ride a tall ship the next day and maybe return to Williamsburg if we felt up to it after the sail.

As it turned out, the tall ships had a special program they were doing for the schools that day, so we didn't get to sail.  Plus, I woke up to my right foot the size of a football from the peroneal tendon swelling up, and I wasn't able to walk.  So, I just spent the day laying around with my foot elevated and iced.  Bruce took the opportunity to just lay around and rest.  

We had a wonderful time in the Newport News/Yorktown/Williamsburg area of Virginia, both with the sights to see and the family we visited there!  I'll leave you with some of the pictures of Colonial Williamsburg.






Wednesday, August 7, 2019

It Finally Stopped Raining, but OOOOOHH the Water!

We finally awoke to dry-ish air.  There was no rain, snow, or sleet falling.  The clouds were still there, looking like they could burst at any time, though they didn't burst on us.  This is where we hit the devastation that was the Midwestern floods.  Realizing that the waters have subsided significantly should make these pictures even more horrifying.  By reports, the interstate we were driving on was under up to 15 feet of water at one point.

Many sections of the interstate were washed away or damaged so badly they were plugging entire sections of the road instead of focusing on potholes.


Keep in mind that in many places, the interstate is laid on a raised berm of land.  If you look at the background, you can see the top of the fence line for the field beside the road.  And yes, there are whitecaps on that water.  This is a field, not a lake.

At many places south of Council Bluffs, the roads were still closed, and whole cities were still cut off from the outside world.  Those who didn't evacuate and didn't have a boat were stuck, and if you wanted to go to those towns, you were simply out of luck.  Some emergency and clean-up vehicles were finally able to pass, though.



This was a far too frequent sight, making me wonder what impact this is going to have on food and grain prices.  Will this loss of grain in the silos drive prices up or will this shortage be absorbed by the glut, with insurance covering these losses instead of (or in addition to) subsidies on the grain that can't be sold?



Homes and farm buildings were or had been underwater, with some even leaving vehicles behind.



Through this part of the interstate, the Missouri River was at least two miles away at its closest point.  I only took pictures on the right side of the interstate, but the left side, where I would have to take the pix through Bruce, was just as bad, and in some places worse.   There have been a few deaths reported so far, but I'd be willing to bet there will be more by the time people can get back into some of these towns.

Once we got past the easily visible flood zones, the mood lightened, and we had a "hankering" for reading, so we headed to Kansas City to the Bookshelf.  Apparently, they had an event going on, and we couldn't find parking.  Once we figured out the blocks to circle without getting stuck behind one-way or closed streets, Bruce kicked me out of the car and told me if I wasn't ready by the time he got back around, he would pick me up at the airport in Memphis.  I learned for certain that he was bluffing when he drove past me while I was about midway down the shelf, browsing.  It only took a couple of more passes before I was ready to be picked up.  I wasn't sure he'd stop, but he did.






The titles were all so good, I wasn't able to choose.  But, Bruce eventually let me back in the car.  He even sat a little longer at the stop light for me to get a shot of the Muse of the Missouri, a statue just down the hill from the library and to the left.


I had a few more things I wanted to check out in Kansas City, but we'll be coming back, and traffic was a witch, so I plugged the next destination into the GPS, and off we headed to Columbia, MO.  Down a little dirt road


to a little advertised installation called Boathenge.  Unlike the Cadillac Ranch or the Slug Bug Ranch on Route 66 in Texas, these boats were sunk in a semicircle.  They say the dimensions for the arc and the distance between the boats is the same as part of Stonehenge.  I didn't measure anything.  I'll just take their word for it, though I don't know who "they" are.




You could see how high the Missouri River had gotten.  This storm debris was just a couple of feet lower than the bottom of the bridge.


The current was strong, too.  This boat was cruising down, but he was just coasting with his engine off.



You know me and water, so we spent considerable time watching the water before heading east again.  We decided we'd stop for the night in St. Louis.  Either we'd close out the day driving or sightseeing.

After not following proper directions from the GPS, we got lost, finding ourselves on the Illinois side, and every way the GPS in the car wanted us to take, the road was closed.  Finally, I pulled up Google Maps on my phone and got us back over to Missouri, but not before a local cop drove behind us for a while and appeared to run our tags.  Good thing we didn't forget to take care of those!

But, we did finally make it to the Gateway Arch National Park, just after they closed the arch entry area.  So we hung around in the park and took some selfies with it.



And we closed the day with a short carriage ride around St. Louis, driving through the St. Louis Cardinals Village and seeing other sights.

The courthouse where the Dred Scott case was heard


The state civil court voted the ugliest building in St. Louis


A sculpture of a head laying on its side (kind of creepy)


Busch Stadium


The statues of former players


Ballpark Village


 The first bank in St. Louis for the fur traders, now a restaurant 



One of many statues randomly placed around the city


Our horse bidding us farewell