Lake Moomaw is a mere fifteen minute drive from the Homestead. And what a gorgeous drive it was! Blooming Dogwoods dotted the natural landscape, as well as a pretty tree we learned was called the Red Bud (it is more of a pinkish lavender to me!).
The broken bits of china belonged to the house. While I photographed the pieces to get a glimpse of its pattern for future reference, we left the shards where they belonged; back in their spot behind the chimney.
We spent six days exploring the area, meeting the local residents, and soaking in all the splendor that is Bath County. We did not want to leave.
But we had places to go and things to see so we hit the road for parts east. Heading towards Charlottesville, we stopped along our way in Lexington, for a bit of lunch. The Virginia Military Institute (VMI) is perched high on a ledge as one enters the city, standing as an imposing castle like fortress.
Entering the city proper, a charming southern town emerges. Store fronts and buildings still retain their original architectural splendor. The Palms restaurant (circa 1836) afforded us a delicious lunch. I can honestly say I enjoyed the best shrimp chef salad (Shenandoah Valley salad) in my life!
Arriving in Charlottesville, we were greeted with
students everywhere as it was college visitation weekend at the University of Virginia. We decided to enjoy the sights on the outer reaches of the city.
Saying goodbye to Charlottesville, we headed north to the piedmont area of Washington, Virginia, the "first city of Washington"thusly named. The tiniest of towns (population 147), it was as though we drove into a scene from a storybook.
We made our way to our final destination, Caldonia Farm, circa 1804, a few miles down the road from Washington, VA. Caldonia is referred to as the "mythical name" for Scotland, though as the wife of a Scot I can tell you there is nothing mythical about Scotland. It is as real as you and me!
Stacked stone walls dating back to pre-Revolutionary times still stand tall and strong in the area (that is "Stonewall Gilmour" standing next to one of the walls he helped repair while we were there!).
Speaking to the proprietor we learned the small stones were the headstones of the family's slaves. Apparently in the day, it was a sign of respect and honor for a slave to be buried in the plantation owner's family cemetery. The Dearings apparently were considered "good" slave owners who provided well for those who cared for the Dearing family and property.
Already Old Dominion is calling us back...