Today we have been sitting in Little Al all day as slow Sally makes her way across us heading north. She was slow to get here but now that she’s here we can’t get her to leave.
We decided this morning to extend our stay one more night with Pocahontas because of the wet weather. She was more than gracious to accept our request, seems no one wants to camp out in the monsoon with us…it’s just us and a few toads.
Yesterday we were fortunate to have lunch with Joan’s first cousin once removed (take that genealogy fans), Hugh and Diana Ames who live near Richmond VA. Such a nice couple and great for Joan to be able to talk about ancestry with Hugh, he did tell us a few stories but we had to pinky swear not to retell…I know I can keep a secret, Joanie?!
With Hugh and Diana’s recommendation we took a drive to Berkeley Plantation, a great choice with all of the history in this area. Turns out not only is this the real location of the first Thanksgiving dinner but also where Taps was written and first played for the Union troops.
Onward north in the am to get one step closer to our baby girl…
Berkeley Plantation.
Great shot…oh dang.
Go mess with Marc, he’s allergic.
Stop George, I don’t like cats.
Ok, I like you…stop.
George really was a cool cat, almost dog like.
The photographer.
Taps.
Slave cabins use in the recent movie Harriet which was partially filmed here.
Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, Benedict Arnold, Abraham Lincoln walked this path.
Alllllll day.
Where to next JoAAAn.
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