Day 69: Saturday, August 29, 1981
Charles City to Yorktown: 30 miles
We made it!
|Somewhere before the Colonial Parkway. Nice!|
|Colonial Parkway - scenic, but the concrete was rough|
I didn't bother stopping at Williamsburg - that would have consumed half a day, and I wanted to get to Yorktown to meet Jack and Lena.
Two hundred years ago, Lord Cornwallis surrendered to George Washington at Yorktown, bringing the Revolutionary War to a victorious close. Preparations are under way for next month's big bicentennial celebration of the event, and the Visitor Center already has some demonstrations of colonial crafts. A pewtersmith from a shop in Richmond was demonstrating the casting of pewter, and some members of the Culpeper Minutemen had set up a small encampment in preparation for coming military engagements. One of them was demonstrating the construction of a Virginia rifle.
|Not quite the Atlantic Ocean, but the end of the road for us|
Jack rode into town shortly after noon, and Lena found us a couple of hours later. Jack had his bike disassembled and packed away before we could pose for our victory photo, and neither of us bothered to dip our wheels. Besides, the Atlantic Ocean proper is still over 50 miles away!
After a celebratory meal at Nick's restaurant, we parted - Jack and Lena home to Florida for the winter, and I to my own devises. My plans were to take in Williamsburg and Jamestown on Sunday, then head to Newport News or Hampton on Monday for a bus, plane, or train trip home. But plans have a way of changing.
|Cannonball embedded in the wall|
of Ted's grandmother's house