VA’s Historic Triangle

Powhatan Creek near Williamsburg

It’s a bright and colorful Veterans Day weekend.

Peg and I are driving the back roads of Loudoun, Fauquier, Prince William and other rural counties of northern Virginia.   We are heading to what’s called the Historic Triangle: Williamsburg, Yorktown and Jamestown.  Here English settlers first set foot in what was then called the New World, around 1607.

Day 1

In a town called Lightfoot (a salute to RE Lee’s Daddy) we refortify at Pierce’s Pit BBQ.  Our AAA guide book gives it high marks.  Lunchtime lines of hungry patrons lean in toward the source of savory aromas.  We are quickly and courteously attended at the busy counter.  Not knowing the menu we opt for sampler platters.

Comfort at Pierce’s BBQ

Soon we devour three types of pulled-apart creatures: pork, chicken and beef.  Tender meat falls off the rib bones. Side dishes are predictable and portioned modestly. The Brunswick Stew is unfamiliar to a boy from Brunswick, Georgia. We lick our fingers in salute to the grill master who is too busy to notice.  Total fare $22.00.

In Williamsburg, we check into a comfortable 1 BR town unit adjacent to famous Water Parks.  The concierge showers us with info regarding nearby  holiday activities. But we are on a historic quest and soon  breeze down the scenic Colonial Parkway to Yorktown.
Chip confers with the generals in Yorktown

Parking is free and easy along the historic and meticulously maintained riverfront. We check out a compact beach on James River, walk quiet streets and stroll through an old graveyard.  It’s near sunset and oddly quiet.

We hesitate beside a historic marker and slowly a nearly empty trolley appears.  It stops.  The door opens.  The driver invites us in. There is no cost. It’s a little bit like a scary movie.  No other people.  The seasonal, coastal breeze rattles a few remaining leaves out of the trees. I imagine I hear unseen observers warning us not to board. Cue the creepy music.
Why no other passengers?

But we are in good hands.  Our driver, Loren, (a retired Navy Storekeeper, who’s lived all over the world) points out notable sites including restored earthworks that were the hand-crafted local defense put up to repulse  the final major British assault marking the beginning of end of Revolutionary War.

We walk the quiet brick boardwalk and end up in cozy Yorktown Pub. Ambiance is cozy and familiar.  Locals shout, jostle and joke with the wait staff. Walls are covered with service caps, graffiti and carved initials.  One feels instantly at home.  We slurp down a dozen local oysters ($10) and wash them back with local stouts.

It’s time to retire but this day’s adventure ain’t over yet.  The night time drive back to Williamsburg is harrowing.  The previously splendid and pristine Colonial Parkway is unlit and unmarked.  We creep along (not knowing where the center line or edges of the cobbled pavement begin or end) while locals fly by, passing at whim and annoyed at our uneasy progress.

Finally, back at our inviting accommodations we are just in time for a book talk with local author followed by a comfortable, restful night.

Day 2

Cheerful sunlight spills through dappled yellow leaves into our temporary home.  We snack for breakfast then are buried in information regarding this “rare, investment” opportunity. I ask many pointed questions, but ultimately decline numerous offers to purchase a piece of the deed.  This was the carrot that brought us here, but we are not moved to become owners.

Peg pays tribute to the French

Once again on the Colonial Parkway we stop to admire some noble memorials. There are testimonials to French military attachments who helped repulse the Brits.  We read the names and salute those who helped convert the 13 original colonies into an emerging nation.

Our new-found friend and local guide, Carole, (a retired military nurse, who served during the inconclusive War in Viet Nam), recommends a local diner for lunch.  We are grateful for the tip.

50’s throwback Shorty’s Diner

Shorty’s is a quaint, throwback 50’s era burger joint, and a local institution.  We are well satisfied with oversized Burgers, Greek Salad, Hand-Shaved Fries and Milkshake.  Throw back music conjures memories of “Happy Days” in the ’50s.  We are served by sociable, energetic Lauren.  There is a lively vibe which transmits another era in American culture. Lunch for 2 with tip $28.

We are now ready to take on Historic Williamsburg and park for free behind the College of William and Mary (W&M) bookstore.  Late afternoon light lengthens shadows and period costumed vendors pack up souvenirs.  But there is still plenty to see.

Rush Hour traffic in Williamsburg
We walk down broad Duke of Gloucester Street with families of history buffs.  A woman in late 16th century garb explains the no nonsense approach to civil obedience in Williamsburg’s early days from the steps of the civil courthouse.  It’s as much Theater as History, which can be said for much of Williamsburg. Period shops are closing but many contemporary ones remain open flaunting festive seasonal ware.  The upcoming holiday season means big money for this little town.
Elegant Williamsburg Inn

Dusk settles in.  We are drawn by festive lights to the Williamsburg Inn and accept complementary glasses of champagne as  we arrive. The young front doorman is a daytime W&M graduate student in business and hails from Jamaica.  His mild Caribbean accent seems oddly at home here.

We admire colonial furnishings in the lobby and watch as the distinguished looking  dinner crowd piles.  But we are now in the mood for something simpler.

Reflections of quieter times 
Back on the street, crowds collect at front doors of local restaurants.  We find seats at the bar at congenial Dog Street Inn.  Here we watch college football games on wide screens and are able to follow our own favorites.  I sample flights of local brews, a lager, a stout and an IPA called “Shuggah.” All are persuasively bold. Peggy opts for a gentle cider.We sample appetizers on small plates and particularly enjoy “reuben croquettes” all the while watching the pink-cheeked dinner crowd pressing in to the bar.

Day 3

We wake to another crisp Autumn morning.  A spot of in-room coffee a few fresh fruits and we are on our way to Jamestown.  There are two Jamestown parks (one national, one state) situated about 15 minutes from Williamsburg at the end of the Colonial Parkway.

We arrive at the national park before it opens at 8:30 and find we cannot even ride our bikes in until it opens.  A drive back to town for coffee delivers us to the totally charming, congenial Chickahominy Inn.

Ideal breakfast at Chickahominey Inn 
We indulge in amply proportioned breakfast of traditional Virginia ham, eggs, rectangular biscuits and overflowing coffee cups.  The hearty meal is promptly served by a lively, gregarious staff.  We drift through the adjacent gift store which now, like many of the stores in Williamsburg, is  in full Christmas seasonal assault.
Little remains from the first English settlers

We return to Jamestown Landing Park.  It is now open.  We skip the museum and go straight to the quiet, tranquil nature preserve which was the arrival point for 103 emigres from England, the first European settlers in this part of the new world.  We look over Powhatan Creek and admire vistas of James River decked out in exquisite autumnal finery.  Curious deer stop and regard our slow passage around the quiet woods.  All is serene.

On this peaceful Sunday morning, in our warm vehicle, inviting sunshine spilling through the red, yellow, brown leaves, the challenges faced by the Jamestown landing party seem insurmountable.  What circumstances could have driven them to take on their 17th century confrontation with the unknown? It seems suitable to quietly thank them for their courage and sacrifices on this Veteran’s Day weekend.

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