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October 21, 2015October 21, 2015

Big 60 Ride (Friday)

As I mentioned the other day, Mike turned 60 on October 4. We don’t usually make a huge deal over birthdays, but I thought hitting 60 was a milestone that deserved a celebration. And what better way to make merry than spending a long, three-day weekend riding our bikes through the mountains of Virginia and neighboring states?

I worked long and hard planning, and re-working, a route that would take us on some of our favorite roads and let us explore some new roads in the same general regions we’ve been enjoying recently.

One of Mike’s favorite roads is US-33 between Rawley Springs, Virginia and Brandywine, West Virginia. I like it, too, but we were both disappointed to discover recent road work left the pavement, especially in the turns, sprinkled with lots of fine, loose gravel. Not good at all for motorcycles. It was still nice — no traffic! — just not as much fun. That’s okay, though. The ride was just getting started. And it was a lovely day.

Looking at the mountains in Brandywine, West Virginia.

From there, we headed south WV-21/Sugar Grove Road, which becomes VA-614/Cowpasture River Road N after you cross into Virginia. We went west on US-250 then south on VA-678/Bullpasture River Road, which becomes Indian Draft Road before turning into VA-625 / River Road at some point.

Except for the stint on US-250, those are what I call putt-putt roads. They’re paved, but have no lines, and travel through scenic and very picturesque valleys. There’s not always a posted speed limit, but I tend to max-out at about 45 mph as there’s not a lot of signage and turns tend to sneak up on you.

River Road (we’d just crossed the Cowpasture River).

They’re not fast roads, but that combo is definitely going to be included on my official list of favorite roads (as opposed to the mental list, where they’ve been included for a while).

From there, we headed west on VA-39, a fast and fun road. After that long stretch of putt-putt roads, I was happy to roll on the throttle and enjoy some curves. I was a bit amazed to see a car in my rearview mirrors doing a pretty good job of keeping up with me as we zipped along. I laughed out loud then thought “uh oh” when I realized, after about five minutes, it was a Virginia State Police car. All was good, though. Either the officer hadn’t been watching the speedometer or they enjoyed seeing this “crazy frog lady” (as it says on my bumper sticker) have some fun.

From there, we headed south on US-220 through Warm Springs. By then, we needed gas, and Hubby was hungry, so we pulled into a gas station that was affiliated with or adjacent to Cucci’s Restaurant (pronounced like coochies).

After a quick, okay lunch, we filled up and continued south on US-220 to Hot Springs, veering west on VA-615 / Main Street then south on VA-687 / Jackson River Turnpike.

At some point, I realized I hadn’t re-started my tracker app when restarting the phone at Cucci’s, so we paused for a moment then pressed on. At Falling Spring, we headed back east on VA-640 / Falls Road, to rejoin US-220 just north of Covington. That stretch of US-220 into Covington was a repeat road, because it is delightfully curvaceous. There’s a lovely waterfall just south of where we met back up with 220, but, having seen it before, we didn’t stop.

Just south of Covington, we picked up VA-18 / Potts Creek Road, which was nice, but not as fun as I thought it might be. At Paint Bank, VA, we turned toward the east on VA-311 — a definite favorite road — and then headed south again on VA-658 / John’s Creek Road, continuing on VA-658 when it became Dicks Creek Road. (Both of the creek roads were excellent recommendations from my America Rides Map.)

Somewhere in Virginia. — Along Dicks Creek Road north of Maggie, VA.

After a brief stretch-break, we continued making our way south and west, hopping on VA-42 — always lovely — then took US-460 west to VA-730 / Eggleston Road (another excellent America Rides Maps recommendation). We re-joined VA-42 eventually, then took an intriguing-looking shortcut I’d noticed on the map — VA-738 / Robinson Tract Road — which would take us closer to Wytheville, our stop for the night.

OMG, what an odd road. It crosses Walker Creek then runs along the Pecker Branch for a little ways before going up and over the mountain. It was paved, thank goodness, but was little-used, as evidenced by the fact that the pavement was almost completely covered with fallen leaves in places. And there were stacked switchbacks, steep enough that I could see Hubby making his way down the mountain a few turns below me.

It was definitely one of those “why is this road here” moments.

We continued making our way south and west towards Wytheville. The roads were lovely, but the sun was brutal. Both of us were practically blinded by the light as we wound our way along VA-601 / Little Creek Highway. Hubby had a close encounter with a fast-moving deer we’re convinced was goaded by his buddies into playing chicken with Mike. I watched that crazy critter angle at full speed alongside then across the road in front of Hubby. The deer could have easily crossed between us. Hubby said there were inches to spare between him and the deer. And, thanks to the glaring sun, he hadn’t seen it until it was right in front of him.

We were both quite happy to reach our hotel in Wytheville. That sun really had been brutal. And we were both tired after a long, fabulous day. The roads had been amazing. But I knew some of the best were yet to come.

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October 19, 2015October 19, 2015

Missing the Point

My Hubby turned 60 on October 4. Sixty! We don’t usually make a huge deal over birthdays, but I thought hitting 60 was a milestone that deserved a celebration. And what better way to make merry than spending a long, three-day weekend riding our bikes through the mountains of Virginia and neighboring states?

I worked long and hard planning a ride. It’s not as easy a you might think. Why? Because it’s not about the destination, it’s about the roads. The roads are what make the trip fun. Really.

I still get a chuckle at the look of confusion on people’s faces after I tell them I don’t really have a destination in mind for a three-day excursion into the mountains. I mean, I had planned overnight spots, but they were just convenient resting places.

After a couple weeks of sporadic research and planning, I settled on a route. Then the East Coast region was hit by a crazy combination of storms — a nor’easter AND tropical storm/hurricane — which made us cancel our plans.

A lot can change in two weeks. Fall has arrived. Each day we have fewer hours of sunlight. AND temps have been dropping. So, once we settled on make-up dates, I had to re-work the route. Remember, celebrating Hubby’s birthday was the point of this trip, so I couldn’t plan many stops to see goofy stuff, which I enjoy but he doesn’t.

He knows I like roadside oddities, but he also knows that I know he thinks that’s all sorta silly. Still. He knows if I see some roadside awesomeness, I’m gonna stop. Which is why we both had a good chuckle over breakfast on Saturday.

There was a Bojangles’ in Wytheville, which I love, so it was my job to get us there from the hotel. After checking in on Yelp, which also posts to Facebook, my friend, Rachael (aka Fuzzy), commented, “Home of the big pencil!” Fuzzy likes roadside oddities even more than I do.

Her comment made me laugh out loud. Of course, Hubby wondered why I was laughing, so I had to explain Rachael’s comment.

“She said that about your Bojangles’ check-in?” Hubby asked, with a look of confusion.

“Yes, because it said Bojangles’ in Wytheville. And she knows Wytheville’s the home of the big pencil. I’m not sure where it is though,” I told him.

“What? I saw it. You didn’t see it?” he asked. “I thought for sure that’s why you were turning when you turned.”

“Wait… you saw the big pencil and didn’t say anything?!?” I asked.

“I thought you saw it,” he insisted, sheepishly, because he and I both knew he was really hoping I hadn’t seen it, ’cause that would have meant stopping for a photo, which would have delayed breakfast. Plus, we were already a tad later than we would’ve liked.

He tried explaining the location, saying how I could just follow the GPS route backwards or plot a return trip to our hotel or some other scheme that would’ve required far too much thought at that early hour.

“I’ll just plug in the address. Finding it will take two seconds,” I told him. The look of confusion on his face was priceless.

How does one quickly find the address for a business with a very large pencil as a sign? With the RoadsideAmerica.com phone app of course (Fuzzy told me about that one years ago). All I had to do was enter “Wytheville, VA” to get a list of local oddities. The Big Pencil was at the top of the list.

Since he was probably feeling a teeny bit guilty for not having said, “Oh my God, did you see the big pencil?” as we’d passed, he didn’t complain about retracing our steps. And he was happy to take this pic for me.

It really is a pretty impressive pencil. Thanks for that timely reminder, Fuzzy!

I’ll tell y’all more about the ride in future posts. It was awesome. Here are a few teaser pics for you.

And y’all wonder why I don’t post more pics of myself.

September 24, 2015September 24, 2015

A Bit More on VA’s Lesser-traveled Regions

A few days ago, I described my most-recent jaunt onto Virginia’s Middle Peninsula and Northern Neck. I shared pics of the LOVE works I captured, too, which was the whole reason for my journey.

Here’s the map again…

I’d fully intended to follow up later that day, or at least the next day, with the rest of the pictures. Alas, three days have already passed since that post. And tomorrow’s Friday. Who knows what new adventure awaits?

I thoroughly enjoyed my ride last Saturday. Even if the terrain was kinda flat and the roads were all relatively straight, it was pretty. And different. Would I rather ride in the mountains? Absolutely. But I still had a grand time.

It was different. And I saw lots of interesting stuff.

Hay Turkey (that’s Tappahannock fog behind the turkey)

One thing I’ve come to realize about the LOVE quest of mine is that it’s taken and will continue to take me to parts of this grand state I probably wouldn’t have seen otherwise.

Temps were in the mid 60s (around 18 C) when I left the house. It got a bit cool in the thick fog I encountered, especially since I was wearing my mesh jacket, but I knew it would warm up eventually. A few hours later, temps topped out in the mid-80s (around 29 C), which was pleasant and even a tad too warm when moving at a slower pace, or not moving at all.

Because the terrain is pretty flat, and there’re a lot of open fields (farmland), it wasn’t always easy to find shade. I didn’t mind too much that day, but I wouldn’t want to be riding out there when it’s hotter.

Anyway, I was pretty sure I’d be hitting fog again around Tappahannock, since it’s on the water. You can even see the fog bank behind the hay turkey. It was quite foggy in Tappahannock, but cleared up soon after I got through town.

After that, I saw lots of blue sky and big, puffy, white clouds. My favorite.

I stopped at Horne’s — at the intersection of US-301 and US-17 — for a rest break. For years, that place had served as a meeting spot/halfway point between Baltimore, where I used to live, and Chesapeake, VA, where my brother lives.

From there, it was on to Urbanna. Since I was going to be in the neighborhood anyway, I figured I’d stop to see the Muffler Man (a new Mark Cline model) and Cowtopia Mini-golf place I’d been meaning to visit.

Very cool place for a game of putt-putt.

I actually like the old, retro Muffler Men better than the newer version, but still think that guy was cool.

One thing I noticed on both peninsulas was the sheer number of old barns, outbuildings, houses, and even commercial properties that were abandoned and/or had fallen into a state of disrepair. Some were pretty, some not.

I saw this farm with it’s field of yellowing soybeans shortly after leaving Urbanna.

My guess is that there’s just not much commercial enterprise in the area any more, besides farming and fishing/crabbing, so a lot of people have fallen on hard times.

I think this was a restaurant advertisement.

From there, I headed west and north to reach the Northern Neck.

Looking back after crossing the Rappahannock River from the Middle Peninsula to the Northern Neck.

The town of Kilmarnock was quaint and touristy, which meant it was full of people, so I didn’t stop. Not far past that town I HAD to stop at this winery which had a pair of giant corkscrews flanking its driveway.

It’s always fun when I stumble across big stuff/roadside oddities completely by chance.

After that brief pause, I motored on to capture the LOVE in Reedville and Heathville. The Northern Neck Farm Museum was definitely looking like Fall. That’s the location of the corn-on-the-cob LOVE sign.

I passed through the town of Montross as I continued west, and was delighted to see some eye-catching wall murals. Apparently the murals are part of an effort to revitalize the downtown/village.

The building across the street from where I’d stopped.

Closer look at the mural on Courthouse Corner.

Doesn’t it look like that bird is landing on the tree?

I had to hang an abrupt U-turn after passing that last piece, which had some locals staring. Really. LOL.

From there, it was off through more fields of beans, corn, and whatnot. I’d promised Hubby I’d be home in time for dinner, and was starting to get a bit anxious. As result, I didn’t linger as long in Colonial Beach as I would’ve liked to.

Looking across the Potomac toward Maryland on the opposite shore.

The Potomac River is actually part of Maryland. So, technically, once you step into the water, you’re in a different state.

I can’t believe this picturesque little place is only about an hour’s drive from my house and that was my first visit!

As Arnold Schwarzenegger would say, “I’ll be back.”

September 21, 2015September 21, 2015

MidPen and NoNeck LOVE

Back in mid-February, when I came up with what seemed like a good idea for my own little LOVE scavenger hunt — seeing all of the LOVEworks in Virginia — it seemed like an achievable goal. There were only 42 sculptures AND I’d already seen three.

That was seven months ago. And you know what? Virginia is a big-ass state!!!

It feels like I’ve seen quite a few since then. As of Friday night, I’d seen 22. I’d actually visited 24 sites, but two of the works were missing. I figured that was decent. I’d seen more than half.

Except I hadn’t. (Two were missing when I got there… Gate City and Abingdon.)

A quick check of the LOVEworks web site revealed that there are now 45 sculptures/displays around the state. (One has been removed from the list [Gate City], three new ones have been added, and the one in Abingdon has been replaced.)

The end of the year is getting closer every day. So, when Hubby told me he had chores again, I decided to do a LOVE ride.

About a month ago, I’d plotted a route south and east to the tips of Virginia’s Northern Neck and Middle Peninsula. I’m not sure if anyone actually refers to the Middle Peninsula as “MidPen” and/or the Northern Neck as “NoNeck.” But I figured since Northern Virginia is typically referred to as NoVA, the same logic should apply. Plus, it’s just fun to say I went out to find some NoNeck LOVE.

If you’re a map person like me and want to understand why those regions are named as they are, CLICK HERE.

It’s a good thing I decided to check LOVEworks site on Friday. I would have gone right past one of the new displays!

Speaking of checking things… I should’ve checked the weather. Then this wouldn’t have surprised me nearly as much just 15-20 minutes or so from my house!

The fog was so thick, there was moisture running down my faceshield! Um, what?

I shouldn’t have been surprised. The ground and surface waters are still warm, but our nights have been getting cooler and cooler. So this happens.

The good news is, it burns off. The bad news, it’s usually worse near the water. And I was heading onto two peninsulas!

Have no fear, I forged on. I did have a serious mission, after all.

And 20 minutes later, it looked like this.

LOVEwork at Fredericksburg I-95 Welcome Center — LOVEwork #1 at Fredericksburg I-95 Welcome Center

I did check the weather while stopped at the Welcome Center. I’d planned on doing the loop part in a clockwise direction, with Colonial Beach as my next stop. But since Colonial Beach is on the water, as most beaches are, I wisely decided to travel counter-clockwise instead.

I still encountered some fog in and around Tappahannock, which is also on the water, but it was spotty, and I managed to avoid it for the rest of the day.

Better yet all five of the other LOVEworks I visited were still in place, just as I’d hoped they would be. As was the bonus location, which was supposed to have been last, but actually got visited first.

Here are the LOVEworks, in order of capture.

IMG_0239_Deltaville — LOVEwork #3 in Deltaville

IMG_0246_Reedville — LOVEwork #4 in Reedville

IMG_0251_Heathsville — LOVEwork #5 in Heathville

The one in Colonial Beach is my new favorite.

That little trip was 304 miles, and took me about nine hours (I stopped for pics a lot).

Look at that route in relation to the rest of the state.

Big-ass Virginia vs Small Portion Covered During Nine-hour Ride

I have now visited about two-thirds of the 45 LOVEworks locations. Only 15 more to go. But they’re scattered. I have my work cut out for me.

If you want to see the actual Spotwalla route, CLICK HERE.

Oh, and I almost forgot the bonus location…

It was a fun ride. More show and tell in my next post.

September 19, 2015

Signs of Fall

A lovely postcard arrived in the mail yesterday. My buddy, Ry Austin (TwoWheelstoThere), had visited “not-even-a-grocery-store” Pioche, Nevada and thought of me. He said, “Believe it or not, this was the best postcard in town.” Ry, I’m surprised the town even had a postcard! Thanks for thinking of me. 🙂

Ry also said, “Get it while you can, Kathy, Old Man Winter is on his way.”

He’s right. Slowly, but surely, signs of Fall are starting to appear.

Schools are back in session. Football season has begun. Stores are selling Mums. Pumpkin-flavored everything is being sold everywhere. The nights are getting cooler. Some leaves are starting to change. The cornfields are browning-up.

I love Fall. Cool temps are always welcome after Summer’s heat and humidity. The days are still on the warm side, but we’ve had a couple cooler ones.

Hubby has been working on a house project, which he’s been meaning to do since we moved into this house. Since he’s busy, I’m free to amble about on my own.

I could probably do some stuff around the house, too, but I’d rather play with my toy.

Last Saturday, I drove to Baltimore — it was pouring rain most of the day — for my friend Bill’s a surprise 50th birthday party. The party was lovely. I got to visit with old friends AND I brought some steamed crabs home for dinner. YUM.

Good crabs are hard to find in this part of Virginia. They’re expensive as all get-out, too — $67/dozen — so we don’t get them often.

On Sunday, while Hubby worked on his project, I moseyed around southeastern Fauquier County on my motorcycle.

It was a pretty day.

I finally managed to visit the local-ish winery with the LOVEwork that’s only open on weekends, too.

After that, I went to a local farm store for some corn on the cob. Gotta get THAT while the getting is good, too. The corn is just about done for the season.

Field of Zinnia’s at Messick’s Farm Store

Temps today are supposed to top out in the mid-80s. Hubby needs to finish his project. I could find some chores to do, but, like Ry said, I gotta get my riding in while I can. 🙂

September 13, 2015

Fringes of the ‘hood

A week ago was the three-day Labor Day weekend here in the US.

Labor Day, the first Monday in September, is a creation of the labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of American workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.

If you’re curious about the history of that holiday, which has been officially observed since 1894, go to this page (the source of my quote).

Three-day weekends are always nice. Saturday, Hubby and I went for a nice little ride on our bikes (Loving Virginia’s Diversity). On Sunday, I drove my car to Roanoke for a “package” pick-up. By Monday, I was a bit tired. It was hot and humid, too. Hubby was working on a home project, so I decided to take a quick little ride close to home.

The route wasn’t super-exciting, I just wanted y’all to be able to see just how close to home I stayed. So, once you see the pics, you’ll have a better appreciation for my neighborhood.

The previous weekend, when Hubby and I were riding on the Snickersville Turnpike, something had caught my eye. That something was a largish patch of sunflowers. I chose not to stop for two reasons: there were already cars pulled off the road with people gawking and Hubby doesn’t always enjoy my photo stops. But I thought about that dang patch of flowers all week. So that’s where I headed on Monday.

Rather than taking a direct or known route — what fun would THAT be? — I decided to explore VA-629 / Bull Run Mountain Road, a path I’d never traveled and had been curious about. I knew where it went, but had wondered whether or not it was gravel. I figured it was probably gravel, based on what I knew of the area. But, knowing it led from Prince William County (twelfth richest county in the US in terms of median household income) into Loudoun County (the #1 richest county in the US — see stats here), I had hopes that it might be paved.

The road wasn’t paved, but it was reasonably well-maintained.

Selfie, looking south on Bull Run Mountain Road.

On one hand, I was surprised at the road surface. One would think a road leading to high-value real estate would be paved for the convenience of the obviously wealthy landowners. (I saw few houses along the road, most of which looked exactly like the bits captured in the two photos shared above, but I saw quite a few ornate, barred entrances.) Then again, a paved road would be more-convenient for outsiders, too, and might attract gawkers. It would certainly mean more traffic. So I bet it will always be a gravel road, which sort of lends to the remote feel of the place, too.

I was sort of amazed just how remote it felt. I could’ve been in a national forest. If you follow this link to the Google map and zoom out a bit, you’ll see just how close VA-629 / Bull Run Mountain Road is to Northern Virginia (NoVA) and DC. You might be amazed, too, especially if you switch to satellite or Earth view.

As interesting as the road was, it was hot. So, curiosity satisfied, when I reached the paved VA-776 / Landmark School Road, I decided to take that route and pick up the pace.

Red Barn along VA-776 / Landmark School Road

I absolutely love the stone fences that are far more common than you’d expect in this area. A lovely reminder of old times. I’m never sure if they were meant to serve as fences, keeping things in or out, or simply to mark land boundaries. One day I might actually look that up.

I couldn’t remember exactly where I’d seen the flowers, but thought it hadn’t been long after we’d gotten on the turnpike near Aldie.

As it turns out, I was right. I came across the flower patch even sooner than I’d expected. But it was kind of disappointing. There were fewer flowers than I remembered (I’d only glanced at them previously as we’d zipped past) and they were rather wilted.

It was a pretty spot nonetheless.

I know I’ve said this before… I wish we’d moved to Virginia YEARS ago. It’s such a great place for motorcyclists.

This picturesque barn is mere minutes from Warrenton (#3 on my Spotwalla map) on VA-672/Blackwell Road.

This barn is a bit further from town, but not far by any stretch of the imagination.

Yellow barn on Blantyre Road (#8 on map).

I passed the yellow barn and had to turn around to go back for a picture. But I got distracted at my chosen turnaround spot.

Heflin’s Store (#6 on the Spotwalla map)

I’ve stopped here before, but think it’s a lovely spot.

I didn’t mark the location of that white barn because it’s in Loudoun County, but it’s pretty and deserved to be captured.

White Barn at Buckland Farm (#32 on Spotwalla map)

Buckland Farm is just inside the Fauquier County boundary on US-29. At the edge of the property, closer to the road, is the Buckland Farm Market.

I’ve shared pics from there before, too. The market sells plants (it’s where I bought my tomato plants), produce, meats, snack items, home decor, baked goods, baking products, etc. It’s a cool place.

They have goats and smalls equine critters, too.

Temps were close to 90 by then, and I was really hot. So I bought some corn-on-the-cob and locally made sausage for dinner. I got a drink, too, and about a half pound of bulk dehydrated, colored marshmallows (like the charms in Lucky Charms cereal). 🙂

That was my day. It wasn’t super-exciting, and I didn’t go far, but it was nice.

I hope you enjoyed traveling along. My interactive Spotwalla route map is here if you’re interested.