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Call Of Duty Black Ops III Last DLC Arrives September 6th 2016 (video)
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Image from page 19 of “The last voyage of the Karluk, flagship of Vilhjalmar Stefansson’s Canadian Arctic expedition of 1913-16” (1916)
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Title: The last voyage of the Karluk, flagship of Vilhjalmar Stefansson’s Canadian Arctic expedition of 1913-16
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Bartlett, Bob, 1875-1946 Hale, Ralph Tracy, 1880-
Subjects: Karluk (Ship) Canadian Arctic Expedition (1913-1918)
Publisher: Boston : Small, Maynard and co.
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ALMAR StbFANSSON 8 The leaders and tbe scientific staff before the departure from nome 10 Stbfansson and his party leaving the Kabluk 36 Hauling the dredge …… 48 Making soundings 52 The supplies on the big floe …. 56 Pages from Captain Bartletts diart . . 92 Plan of Shipwreck Camp 98 Captain Bartletts oopt of the RubIitIt of Omar Khaytam 102 The ice-pack 106 Letter from the doctors party to Captain Bartlett 128 MuGFi 142 Shipwreck Camp 144 Another view of Shipwreck Camp . . . 148 Map of Wrangell Island 162 Five of the men op the Kabluk on Wrangell Island 180 List of Illustrations FAGB Captain Babtletts chart op the Alaskan coast 204 Captain Baktletts chart of the Sibebian coast 214 The news of Captain Bartlbtts arrival at St. Michaels reaches Nome …. 282 The camp at Rodgers Harbor, Wbangell Island 306 The REscnE of the party at Waring Point, Wrangell Island 314 Making the Kayak on Wrangell Island . . 320 The Kablvk survivors on board the Bear . 324 THE LAST VOYAGEOF THE KARLUK

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HO P Eel W THE LAST VOYAGE OFTHE KARLUK CHAPTER I THE EXPEDITION AND ITS OBJECTS We did not all come back. Fifteen months after the K.arluk, flagship ofVilhjahnar Stefanssons Canadian Arctic Expedi-tion, steamed out of the navy yard at Esquimault,British Columbia, the United States revenue cut-ter. Bear, that perennial Good Samaritan of theArctic, which thirty years before had been one ofthe ships to rescue the survivors of the Greely Ex-pedition from Cape Sabine, brought nine of usback again to Esquimault—nine white men out ofthe twenty, who, with two Eskimo men, an Eskimowoman and her two little girls—and a black cat—comprised the ships company when she beganher westward drift along the northern coast ofAlaska on the twenty-third of September, 1913.Years of sealing in the waters about Newfoundlandand of Arctic voyaging and ice-travel with Pearyhad given me a variety of experience to fall back 2 THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE KARLUK upon by way of comparison; the events of those jfif-t

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St. George’s, Gloucestershire – Bristol directory 1871
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St. George’s, Gloucestershire – Bristol directory 1871


Mathews’ Bristol Street Directory 1871

St George was originally in Gloucestershire. It became a civil parish (formally known as Bristol St George) in 1866, and briefly an urban district from 1894 to 1898. The parish and urban district were absorbed into Bristol in 1898.

The area was once the end of the tram line from the city of Bristol, the terminus being in Beaconsfield Road.

St. George was once a mining area but now only pit names remain to remind everyone of this district’s mining history, i.e., Deep Pit Road.

John Armitstead well known as a coal adventurer — a colliery proprietor had a pit between Church Road and Whitehall Road, St George where he installed a pumping engine for raising coal. Power was generated from water by means of a fire and ergo the device was called a Fire-engine. It stood on Colt’s or Boulter’s Ground but the land came to be known as the Engine Ground. To this day, a pub in the area is called the Fire Engine.

The former south Gloucestershire parish of St George was in the eastern part of the out-parish of St. Philip & Jacob, Bristol until 1751, when the ecclesiastical parish was created. The civil parish formed in 1784, comprised of what are now the east Bristol suburbs of Crews Hole, Crofts End, Greenbank, Lower Easton, Moorfields, Redfield, St George, Speedwell, Two Mile Hill, Whitehall, and White’s Hill. It bounded on the north by the parish of Stapleton, on the east by the former chapelries/tithings of Oldland and Hanham Abbots both in the parish of Bitton, and the west by the out-parish of St Philip & Jacob, Bristol. The river Avon marks the southern boundary and the old division between the counties of Gloucestershire and Somerset.

The parish was once covered by the Royal Forest of Kingswood. It started to be cleared for agriculture from the 13th century. The forest was progressively reduced and developed over the centuries. The area first came into industrial prominence in the late 17th century, because of coal mining. The first new church, later to become the parish church of St. George, was built in the mid 18th century to serve the growing number of coalminers who had moved to the area for work. Non-conformist religion first came through the preaching of George WHITFIELD in 1739, followed by John Wesley. The bishop of Bristol, Bishop BUTLER, concerned about the lack of Anglican care, offered £400 towards the endowment of a new church. An Act of 1751 divided the parish of St Philip & Jacob, and Thomas Chester gave the piece of ground for the church, churchyard and parsonage.

The foundation stone was laid in 1752 by David PELOQUIN, Lord Mayor of Bristol, but was not completed until 1756 when it was consecrated by Bishop Butler’s succeor Bishop HUME. The church gave its name to the surrounding area.

The growing population in the 19th and 20th centuries led to the provision of eight new churches built across the parish: St Marks, Lower Easton (1848); St Michaels, Two Mile Hill (1848), St Matthews, Moorfields (1873), St Aidan, White’s Hill (1883), St Anne, Greenbank (1900), All Hallows, Easton (1901), St Ambrose, Whitehall (1905) and St Leonards, Redfield (1908). Avonview Cemetery, created on the site of Mugland Farm and opened in 1883, was an extensive burial place for the whole parish. The city boundary was not extended until 1897, but as early as 1874 the St George Local Board was created.

St George area grew from the hamlet of Don Johns Cross and around the church adjacent to the main road junction, which forks at this point to Kingswood and Hanhan. A poorhouse was built in 1801 in the western end of Hudds Vale Road. It was later taken over by the Clifton Poor Law Union for housing pauper children until 1869, when it then began to be used for a number of industrial purposes, and was recently converted to apartments. The church was rebuilt in 1846, and again in impressive style with a west tower in 1880 following a fire.

The two industrialists, William BUTLER and Handel COSSHAM, contributed much of their wealth, energy and entrepreneurial skills to the building of the St George community. Butler was instrumental informing the local board and was also the first chairman of the Bristol Tramways Co., whose services were to have a profound effect on the development of the area as well as Moorfields and Redfield. A horse-drawn line from central Bristol had been extended to the depot in Beaconsfield Road by 1876, but of much greater significance for St George and for the UK was the pioneering use of electricity in 1895. Initially, this was provided by a new power station at the depot.

The Victorian drinking fountain, which is in the road junction, was BUTLER’s gift of 1896. COSSHAM was elected as the first MP for Bristol East in 1885 and was a champion of mass education and advocate for a local park. St George Park was eventually laid out after his death on 38-acre land of Fire Engine Farm in 1894, the year the architecturally impressive St George Higher Grade (later St George Grammar School and now a Sikh Temple) was opened. He also bequeathed his coal mine interests to be sold, the proceeds to go to build a hospital for the people of East Bristol. Cossham Hospital was built in 1907 in Lodge Hill, outside the parish boundary towards Fishponds. BUTLER and COSSHAM are buried in Avonview Cemetery in the community that they did much to shape.


The success of the electric tramway, extended to Kingswood in 1895 and Hanham in 1900, encouraged the development of streets of terraced houses off the main roads eastwards from the road junction – Clouds Hill Road, Bell Hill Road and Summerhill Road. Boot and shoe and corset manufacturers were attracted to these newly accessible spaces. St. George Police Station in Church Road, with Fire Station behind in Northcote Road, both of which are no longer in use, were converted to private flats. Opposite the police station, there is a block of modern flats and on this site used to be The Park Picture House. This was a great favourite with children who used to attend the nine-penny rush on a Saturday morning and they always left desperate not to miss the following week as the final picture was always a serial, which had left the hero strapped to a train track or dangling over some life threatening piece of machinery.


St George Public Library is a prefabricated style building which replaced the previous stone built building, demolished when it was fashionable to pull down older buildings. For over a century, the focal point of the area has been St George Park, East Bristol’s playground, and the fairs in the park were always recalled with particular fondness.

Redfield is an area to the west of St George. From the 1870s onwards there was steady drift away from market gardening in the area. The landowners moved out, selling their land to speculative builders, eager to satisfy the increasing demand for houses. Plots of land were disposed of gradually as the landowners’ estates were whittled down. Church Road was part of Bristol’s eastern urban shopping line: the ‘golden miles’ of shops stretching from the city to St George. Many people will remember those vibrant shops, such as Gwillams and David Greigs. Bristol’s oldest Tesco at Redfield has been a local landmark since 1967.


Moorfields, an area to the west of Redfield, is not a name commonly used today. Historically there are two angles. Firstly, the huddle of basic early 19th century dwellings erected by Solomon MOORE, centred around Moorfields Square and adjacent to the main Church Road. These were demolished in 1930. Secondly, the 1870s Moorfields estate, the hundreds of houses in uniform terraces, which revolved around Dean Lane (now Russell Town Avenue), with its imposing school, corner shops, off-licences and mission halls, this very working class area survived as a distinct community until redevelopment came in the 1950s and 60s.


Whitehall is an area to the north-west of St George. From the description of Easton Colliery in ‘Bristol Times & Mirror’ dated 1883, it appears that, by this time at least, the workings of the Easton & Whitehall pits are connected by an underground roadway two-third mile long. Towards the Whitehall shaft there were two 30 horsepower engines in an underground engine-house, 380 yards below the surface. The engines were used for pulling wagons up inclines. There are still many streets and houses from the Victorian and Edwardian eras and in the part is the Gordon Estate with houses that were built in 1936.


This area originally consisted of market gardens and the new estate was built on the rhubarb patch and as a result, rhubarb was quite commonplace in many gardens. Some houses ("villas") overlook the adjoining St. George Park and these have small balconies. Newer houses have since been built on the former Co-op Bakery and Rose Green High School sites. There is a plaque on the original school wall, which was retained, giving some history, about John WESLEY having preached on this site. Whitehall Zion Methodist Chapel is now in use as offices. The Kings Head public house has long been part of the Whitehall scene and was originally owned by the PARSONS family. There were stables attached as dray horses from George’s Brewery were quite a common site on Bristol roads. In the north-western end of Whitehall, here was the Midland Railway line (now a cycle path), behind of which are the other suburbs of Lower Easton and Greenbank.

Lower Easton became a densely populated suburb by the end of 19th century. The LEONARD family were large landowners or tenants who, in 1842 at the time of the St. George Tithe map, were holding 72 acres of land. They were buying mining rights on all available land and were involved in Easton Colliery. Some members of the family were engaged in market gardening, and at one time were working land where St. Mark’s Church was consecrated in 1848. Being largely open fields and market gardens, its population then was only about 2000. The rest of Easton including Upper Easton and the Easton Colliery is in the parish of St Philip & Jacob.


Greenbank is a mainly early 1900s terraced housing area. Greenbank Cemetery was laid out in 1871, but it served for the parish of St Philip & Jacob. Packer’s chocolate firm bought land at Greenbank and built a three-block factory. Steam engines were operating there in 1901 and production moved from St Paul’s to Greenbank in 1902. It continued Bristol’s chocolate-making tradition by making chocolate products under the name of Elizabeth Shaw until it closed down in 2006.


Crofts End (also known as Clay Hill) is an industrialised area to the north of St George, and in between Whitehall and Speedwell, with many small Victorian houses, built when this area was a coal mining community. Crofts End Mission was established in 1895 by George Brown, as a Christian work for miner’s children in The Freestone Rank, Whitehall Road, and it became known as The Miner’s Mission. It is now part of the local and much wider community but still very much a family church.

The church was built on a site bounded by market gardens, a brick works and Deep Pit Colliery, which was over 1200 feet deep. The Beaufort Arms, then known as The Beatem and Wackem and now called The Wackum Inn was the place where most miners spent their hard earned wages! Another local chapel was Clay Hill Chapel which was demolished when the industrial estates were built. Over many years, the Market Gardens became housing, White’s Brick Works became Somers Wood Yard (now an industrial pallet site) – where many older people will remember going as children to collect a sack or trolley full of firewood – and Deep Pit Colliery became industrial estates.

When Deep Pit closed, men were having to walk underground as far as Frenchay to reach the coal face! Crofts End House, located at the junction of Plummer’s Hill and Whitehall Avenue, still exists, but no longer as a single dwelling. The area is now undergoing more change as the majority of ‘prefabs’ (built by American Servicemen as post war housing) in the locality have recently been demolished. Planning applications will replace these with mixed style housing. The old, redundant Civil Defence building on the junction of Crofts End Road and Brook Road was demolished and flats were built on the site, now named "Craftes Court".


Speedwell is an area to the north-east of St George. Extraction of coal began in the area in the early 18th century. There were two mines – the Speedwell Pit (then known as the Starveall Pit) and Belgium Pit, the latter of which was closed by 1902 after a short life of twenty years. Both mines and Deep Pit were linked on the surface by a mineral railway, with the Midland Railway. The rest of Speedwell at that time consisted of mixture of arable and pastureland. The three main farms were Speedwell Farm, Crofts End Farm and Holly Bush Farm.

The mines began to reach their full potential when they came into the ownership of Handel Cossham in 1875. He introduced machinery worked by compressed air and within 50 years the supposedly exhausted pits were producing 210,000 tons of coal annually. Rows of cottages were built near pits to house the miners, many of which are still standing to this day. The Bristol house-building boom in late Victorian times fuelled the expansion of the second most important industry – brick and tile making. The three principal makers were the Bristol Brick & Tile Works, Fussell’s Brick & Tile Works and Hollybrook Brick Works.


After the First World War, the council embarked on an ambitious project to build several estates of council houses in Bristol. One of these was established at Speedwell on land that had previously formed part of Speedwell Farm. In the 1920s, thirty three acres of land was acquried from various landowners and streets of well-built council houses appeared. However, all was not well with local mining industry, as in 1933 the people of Bristol contributed £3000 towards new borings to prevent the entire clousre of the pits and the loss of 2000 jobs. Two new tunnels were driven. However, it was not enough; the East Bristol Colliery Company lost a further £20,000, and in 1936 the last load of coal was brought to the surface. The Speedwell housing estate was further expanded before and after the last war. Other facilities such as shops, the swimming baths, the clinic and school were built. The old colliery buildings disappeared for the construction of the new fire station and private housing was also built.

The brick-making fared much better and survived into the early 1960s. Today Speedwell is a mainly residential area. The old brick-making quarries have been filled in to provide much-needed playing fields.

Netham was an east Bristol industrial giant area to the south-west of St George. The Netham chemical works dominated the approach into Crews Hole. Evolving from the 1860s, there were monumental chimneys towering over a jumble of assorted structures, including furnaces and steam cranes. It boasted an elaborate light railway network, which served a vast sprawling waste tip that stretched west to Barton Hill. To the south the Feeder Canal and the River Avon were vital to the operation. Two groups of men, the ‘process workers’ and the ‘yard men’ toiled in this huge, dark labyrinth of a works. In 1949, the plant closed down, and since then, the whole site was transformed to a public park.


Crews Hole is located to the south of St George. From the early 18th century it was an industrial area including oil refineries and a tar works site at the bottom of Troopers Hill. The tar works was established by Isambard Kingdom Brunel in 1843 to provide creosote to be used as a preservative for railway sleepers and by 1863 had passed into the ownership of his manager, William Butler. It continued to operate until 1981. Troopers Hill is a local landmark, and was a mining area from the early 19th century until its closure in 1904 when the last fireclay mines were abandoned. It was declared as a Local Nature Reserve in 1995.


Local tradition has it that the Parliamentary army, under the command of Sir Thomas Fairfax, camped on Troopers Hill prior to the siege of Bristol in 1645. It has also been suggested that the ditch between the hill and the allotments was dug at this time as a defensive earthworks. It is known that the army approached Bristol via Keynsham and Hanham and it is possible therefore that Troopers Hill, with its views of the city, was used while the army was headquartered at Hanham.


In Victorian times, Crews Hole was compared to the north Devon village of Covelly, as both were steep, with ranks of cottages that tumble down lanes and narrows roads to waterfront. Today, original cottages co-exist with the ‘Quayside Village’, built on the tar works site. Although the heavy industry has gone, along with many buildings, the countryside character and narrow lanes of Crews Hole remain.

Two Mile Hill is an area to the east of St George. The land was chiefly set out in freeholds of an acre or more, and appropriated to market gardening; a portion was in small grazing-farms. Coalmines were wrought; and there was a pin-factory set up in early 1830s by Robert CHARLTON, a Quaker. He built a school for his workers and their families, the only factory school in the district. The church of St Michael the Archangel was consecrated in 1848. With the extension of the electric tramway to Kingswood in 1895, the area was boosted with the developments of streets of terraced houses off the main road.


White’s Hill is an area to the south-east of St George. With the extension of the electric tramway to Hanham in 1900, rows of terraced houses were built alongside the main road – Air Balloon Road, Nags Head Hill and Bryant’s Hill. St Aidan’s Church was built in 1904 on the top of Nags Head Hill to replace the iron church built in 1883 and situated in Casseybottom Lane. In the 1920s, the area was still mainly consisted of farms, old quarry workings, allotment gardens and maze of quaintly named footpaths and fields. Many houses were subsequently built in the period before the Second World War. Nurseries, glasshouses, and cottages vanished in the process.

Pile Marsh small village of Pyle Marsh, just to the East of Bristol (now part of Bristol’s urban sprawl known as Pile Marsh) near the Netham.

By the end of the 20th century, a decrease in religiosity in most areas meant that the three churches were redundant. Also many chapels have been demolished and a number have changed use. Sadly, St George church was closed as a dangerous structure and demolished in 1976. Sheltered housing has been built on the site. Its next door, the Sunday School, was adapted into a church for several years, then derelict until converted into flats in 2000-01. St Mark’s Church in Lower Easton was converted to flats, and St Matthews, Moorfields to apartments and offices. Many Anglican and non-conformists registers are kept at the Bristol Record Office.

Bath Road, (Upper) Etc. St. George’s

Allaway T. grocer
Andrews Richard, vict, Pack Horse Inn
Aplin Thomas, tailor, Moorfields
Ayers Nathaniel, Nag’s Head Hill www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/2039524525/
Bacon J. marine store dealer
Ball William, beer retailer
Barnes H. boot and shoe maker
Barratt Daniel, grocer
Barratt W. marine store dealer
Bateman Elizabeth, draper and grocer
Bateman Joseph, painter and grocer
Bateman Joseph, grocer
Bateman W. F. hay dealer, Bell Hill
Batt S. beer retailer and grocer
Beak John, vict, The Bell, Bell Hill bristolslostpubs.eu/page137.html
Beak William, Bell Hill
Bevan Samuel, boot maker
Bence Mrs. butcher
Bird Isaac, grocer
Bird Robert, Summer Hill
Bevan Samuel, beet and shoe maker
Bisp Joseph, butcher
Bisp Thomas, vict, Cherry Orchard
Bone James, vict, Sugar Loaf
Brain Samuel, grocer, Bell Hill www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/4178172135/
Brice George, boot and shoe maker
Bristol Wagon Works Co. Limited – Albert Fry, managing director www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/2040539380/
Broster Alfred, surgeon, Moorfields www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/2115034594/
Brown Mrs. Myrtle house, Redfield
Brown Joseph, grocer
Brown John, market gardener
Brown Thomas, market gardener, Barton Hill
Brown W. C. builder, George Lane
Britten Isaac, boot and shoemaker
Bruton Alfred, vict, Ship inn, World’s End
Bryan William, boot maker
Bryant J. vict, Don John’s Cross www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/2040321116/
Bryant Francis, beer retailer
Bryant Samuel, grocer
Bryant William, butcher
Burley Creorge, market gardener
Burley Thomas, beer retailer, Upper Easton
Burley Joseph, market gardener
Burrows William, horse dealer and beer retailer, Pile Marsh
Bush S. T. vict, Lord Raglan
Butler and Co. oil and resin distillers, Crews Hole www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/2059289321/
Butler Mrs. Upper Easton
Butler W. Summerhill House
Chapman Cr. plasterer & paperhanger, Moorfields
Chappell James, basket maker, Whitehall
Churchill Christopher, farmer
Clarke Charles J. boot and shoe manufacturer
Clement Isaac, beer retailer, Whitehall
Colborn Joseph, Bryant’s Hill
Cook J. market gardener, Whitehall
Cooper Rev. David, M.A., Holy Trinity, Bristol
Cottle G. tiler and slater, Bell Hill
Cottle Henry, grease refiner
Cousins Francis, grocer
Cousins William, market gardener, Claybottom
Cousins S. farmer, Upper Bath Road
Cousins James, market gardener, Clay Hill
Coussens Samuel, St. George’s
Cowley W. ironmonger, Lower Easton
Cox John, Kingscote house, Upper Bath road
Cox Mrs. Upper Easton
Cox Richard, farmer, Pile Marsh
Cox William, Upper Bath road
Crates John, plumber, etc
Cridland Luke, grocer
Curry Josiah, Upper Easton
Denning H. pork butcher
Davis Isaac, carpenter and butcher
Davis John, grocer, Bell Hill
Davis Thomas, surgeon
Deacon William, brickmaker, Pile Marsh
Dean J. corn and flour factor
Doggett J., grocer
Douglas William, Bell Hill
Dowswell A. vict, King’s Arms
Earl D. shoe maker
Edwards T. grocer, near the church
Ellis John, potter, Old Workhouse www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/5918909459/
Evans P. S. and Co. Avonside tannery
Farley Sarah, beer retailer
Ferris John, Moorfields
Flemming J., furniture broker
Flook A. builder & undertaker, oil & colourman, Post Office
Flook Jacob, market gardener, Whitehall
Flook Jacob, market gardener, Holmes
Follett Mary, shopkeeper, Russell Town
Foreman Mary A. vict, The Ship, Dundridge
Fox, Walker, & Co. Engineers & Locomotive builders, Atlas Iron Works www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/4449742831/
Fray Samuel, market gardener, Croft’s End
Fry Cree. market gardener, Pile Marsh
Fry Cr. barge owner, Crews Hole www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/2130713592/
Fudge Isaac, beer retailer, Upper Easton
Fuge William, market gardener, White’s Hill
Fussell Henry, horse dealer, Bell Hill
Gardiner Alfred, match manufacturer, Crews Hole www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/9636108506/
Gare John, chemist, Redfield
Gay George, horse dealer, Upper Easton
Gerrish Mrs. market gardener, Whitehall
Gerrish John, Summerhill
Gill John, shoemaker
Gilpin T. grocer, Upper Easton
Golding Isaac, grocer, Upper Easton
Gough Alfred, brick and tile maker, Upper Easton
Green W. J. baker & grocer, Nag’s Head Hill
Griffiths S. E. timber merchant
Griffiths S. E. cabinet maker & grocer
Grigg Rev. T. N., B.A. vicar
Grigg Robert, baker, Russell Town
Guest Abraham, grocer
Guest Mary, green grocer
Hale John, boot and shoe maker
Harris Capt. P. Prospect house, Whitehall
Harvey George, beer retailer, Redfield
Harvey Henry William, blacksmith
Harvey Abraham, Upper Bath road
Hasell B. H. market gardener, Whitehall
Hasell G. T. market gardener, Barton Hill
Hawkins Mrs. milliner
Headford Mrs. brick & tile maker, Upper Easton
Hemming Robert, beer retailer
Heritage Miss
Herring & Co. Wainbrook Iron works, Moorfields
Hickory Jonathan, grocer, Upper Easton
Hicks William, stone quarry master
Hicks Francis, Bell Hill
Hill George, grocer
Hill George, cooper, Redfield
Hitchcock William, Alexandria house, White’s Hill
Hobbs Thomas and George, carpenters, Lower Easton
Hodge Henry, beer retailer, Bryant’s Hill
Hodge S. tailor, Moorfields
Hollister William, beer retailer
Holloway John, rope and twine maker, Lower Easton
Hooper A.
Hopkins John, market gardener, Upper Bath road
Howell D. J. butcher
Hulbert T. grocer and broker
Hunter and Co. nurserymen & florists, Brook road nursery
Hunt J . H. market gardener, Lower Easton
Hunt Richard, Upper Easton
Iles S. coachmaker & wheelwright, Redfield
Iles Samuel, beer retailer, Upper Easton
Johnson David, painter, Lippiatt Lane
Johnson George, market gardener, Whitehall
Johnson John, market gardener
Johnson W. file and rasp manufacturer
Kellaway S. carpenter, Redfield
Kingswood Coal Co. (Limited), Mr. Henshaw, manager
Knight J. baker, Adelaide Place
Lang Thomas, Barton Hill
Lanham Elizabeth, greengrocer
Lawrence W. Scott, stone quarry master, Crews Hole
Leonard, Boult, and Co. coalmasters, Easton and Whitehall Pits www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/4064057979/
Leonard Isaac, market gardener, Whitehall
Leonard John, market gardener, Pile Marsh
Leonard John R. market gardener, Whitehall
Leonard S. greengrocer, Redfield
Leonard Samuel, fishmonger
Leonard Sarah, beer retailer
Lewis A. plasterer and tiler
Litchfield W. chemist
Lock Edward, beer retailer
Luscombe W. tailor
Maggs J. vict, Waggon and Horses
Maggs Joseph, market gardener, Claybottom
Marks Miss, Upper Easton
Martin William Prosser
Milsom H. beer retailer, Adelaide Place
Milsom M. haulier, London road
Milsom T. grocer, Adelaide Place
Monk W. Bolt, mining engineer, Lower Easton
More J . baker, Moorfields
Morgan Ann, vict, George and Dragon, Redfield
Netham Chemical Co. Limited, Philip J. Worsley, manager www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/3281488322/
Nicholls H. grocer, Upper Bath road
Nurse W. vict, Pied Horse, Upper Bath road
Olds William, basket maker
Osborne William, vict, Three Crowns
Packer George, cabinet maker
Parry A. R. Cloud’s Hill
Parslow A. greengrocer
Parsons George, farmer, Starveall
Parsons George, vict, King’s Head, Whitehall
Parsons James, registrar of births and deaths, Upper Easton
Peacock George, grocer
Pearce A. T. baker, Moorfields
Pettygrove William grocer, Upper Bath road
Phipps Samuel, builder
Phipps T. builder, London road
Pincombe C. P. grocer, Lippiatt Lane
Police station, near the Fire Engine public house www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/9871600173/
Pope F. C. newsvender
Pople Josiah, churchwarden
Powell James, market gardener, Upper Bath road
Prichard Henry, comb maker, Upper Easton
Prigg Caroline, beer retailer, Whitehall
Purday Thomas, tinman and earthenware dealer
Rees J. draper
Rees William, relieving officer, Cloud’s Hill
Rogers Solomon, beer retailer
Riley R. grocer
Roach John, baker, Summer Hill
Roberts George, builder, Barton Hill
Roberts J. beer retailer
Roberts J. grocer
Robins H. grocer, Lippiatt Lane
Roe G. fruiterer
Rossiter W. C. butcher and grocer
Rouch J. baker, Moorfields
Routley William, corn agent, Holmes
Sampson J. W. Devon house, Whitehall
Sandford, George, beer retailer
Scott George, beer retailer
Sealey John, nurseryman, seedsman, and florist
Shoat John J. Upper Bath road
Sheldon, Bush, & patent shot company, Blackswarth www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/2132333773/
Shoard Edward, Whitehall
Sheppard A. fruiterer
Shum Capt. Thomas, Summer Hill
Skidmore Charles, grocer, Redfield
Smith Benjamin, market gardener, Nag’s Head Hill www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/2040321234/
Smith Charles, The World’s End
Smith John, beer retailer
Smith A. butcher
Smith George, beer retailer
Smith J. grocer, Upper Easton
Smith R. W. printer, Dundridge house
Smith W. French polisher
Spencer Rev. J. Redfield
Stibbs Edwin, White’s Hill
Stibbs John, general contractor, Nag’s Head Hill
Stone and Tinson, manufacturers of chemicals, Crew’s Hole
Stone Martha, shopkeeper, Upper Bath road
Stone S. grocer, London road
Stone W. corn chandler and grocer
Stone W. grocer, Bell Hill
Sweet Stephen
Sommerville Messrs. Bryant’s Hill
Taylor R. vict, Earl Russel, Russel Town
Taylor G. barge owner, Crews Hole
Taylor Thomas, oil and colour dealer
Thatcher William quarry master, White’s Hill www.flickr.com/photos/20654194@N07/10113258666/
Tilley James, maltster, Lower Easton
Trew J. W. surveyor
Trimm G. vict, Lamb Inn, Crews Hole
Tyler G. market gardener, Whitehall
Tyler S. market gardener, Whitehall
Underwood, E. W. Lyppiat Lane
Verrier A. G. tailor and draper
Vessey & Sons, pawnbrokers, Moorfields
Vining H. earthenware dealer
Walsh Peter
Watkins Aaron, grocer
Watkins M. vict, Queen’s Head, Upper Easton
Watts I. marine store dealer
Watts William, baker
Watts W. grocer
Wells George
Welsh H. glass dealer, Moorfields
Whippie Jacob, tailor
Whitting C. beer retailer, Crews Hole
Whyatt J. farmer, Dundridge farm
Williams A. green grocer
Williams G. furniture broker
Wiltshire C. D. shopkeeper
Wiltshire George, grocer, Whitehall
Wiltshire I. bootmaker, Upper Bath road
Winne J. R. grocer, Moorfields
Withers Alfred and Frederick, horse dealers, Summer Hill
Woodington Daniel, painter, etc
Woodington William, shoemaker
Woolland William, grocer, Rose Green
Young B. currier


Henry Wheeler – Described as ‘a boy’ in September 1884 when charged with stealing money from Charles Simmonds a grocer in Redfield.

George Saunders (b. 1815) In 1865 was aged 50 and of 8 Broad Plain, a labourer in the employ of Pritchard and Sons, comb manufacturers, Upper Easton, having been in the same employment for thirty years, He could neither read or write but that year received a £5 prize (a top prize) at the Bristol Industrial Exhibition for his entry in the Models and Designs class.

He designed his model of Stapleton Chuirch from paying frequent visits to the building and according to a newspaper report ‘made no plan, yet the building, tombstones, trees, walks etc are considered exactly as if viewing the church itself’. The model took seven years to construct.

William Sidney – Aged 13 in January 1836, working at Messrs Bayley and Co, lead smelters in Upper Easton. Died around 7 o’clock when the boiler exploded causing a stack of chimneys to fall down.

A witness stated that he saw Sidney in the ‘cave’ leading to the fireplace. He was almost covered in bricks, stones and wood and dreadfully scalded, but conscious. His father also called William heard the noise and ran up and was told that his son was all right and not much injured. He helped to take him to the infirmary.

William England, the engineer was alive but later died. He told the doctor at the infirmary that no-one was to blame for the accident, but others claimed that he had put too much pressure on the boiler, which had just been put back into service after a repair , which had meant it had been out of commission for some days

Charles Bryant – He lived at 4 Shrubbery Place, Whitehall. Injured in an explosion at Easton Colliery In February 1886, he died from the serious burns he received. He was 24 years old.

George Garjulo of 98 York Road, New Cut, worked at Strachan and Henshaw, Whitehall. In September 1912 he sustained concussion when he fell down and struck his head whilst carrying a large timber and was detained at the BRI. Henry Cullum aged 28 was charged with causing him grievous bodily harm.

Richard Cox – In 1883 he was employed at Netham Chemical Works as haulier. Kept 49 horses at that time.

Ann Crinks (d. 5th January 1793) Of Crew’s Hole, St George, age at death 73, buried in St Philip and Jacob graveyard.

Henry Flower – Lived at 2 Albert Street. St George. He was playing cricket in July 1885 when he was struck by a cricket ball which ruptured a vein.

Mr Harrison – In 1755 was owner of a field near St George which had a well in it. The water turned ‘black as ink’ for nearly a fortnight. The same phenomenon was experienced at the same time at Bristol Hotwell.

James Pole aged 18 in July 1878, his parents lived at Alfred Street, Victoria Road, St George. While working on a new house in Barton Hill he fell 20 feet from a ceiling joist and fractured his leg. He was taken to hospital.

Thomas Reed of Blackswarth Road, St George in 1899 when, aged 74 he committed suicide by shooting himself.

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Entry One

Flew out of work, the fleet flight of Friday before a holiday weekend. Everyone cracks a smile upon stepping out of the concrete and glass coffin of the corporate work week. The motorcycle is quickly gassed and loaded, I leave Washington DC at three-thirty, vowing not to check the time for the rest of the adventure. Adventure, the American adventure of the open road is what I seek. The road, my cameras, and escape.

Right turn off of 15th St. NW and I’m motoring past the Washington Monument and the White House. Harleys and clones are already lining the Mall for the annual Memorial remembrance that is Rolling Thunder. I’m soon over the bridge and on I-66 west. I plan on avoiding major highways when at all possible. Preferring scenic byways to drab highways. 66 is a necessary evil to flee the DC metro area as quickly as possible. At the start, 66 is a good quick run, for awhile anyway. Loads of Rolling Thunder riders are heading in 66 eastbound.

I keep the ubiquitous two fingers down to the side salute to fellow bikers out for extended stretches of time. In my experience, HD guys return the acknowledgement about 30-40% of the time. No big deal, some animosity exist though between different bike cultures. Motor-ism two-wheel stereotypes. However with the Rolling Thunder guys there is a noticeable increase in response, perhaps due to no longer just one biker acknowledging another, but a patriotic sharing of support and remembrance for those left behind, POW-MIA.

Traffic worsens further out 66 and I come up on a full HD dresser. Screaming Eagle back patch worked in with POW-MIA covers his vest and is topped by a “Run for the Wall” patch. I keep back a pace and we adopt the natural offset positioning of multiple riders.

After some 66 backup, stop-and-go, we strike up a staccato conversation in the pauses of the traffic flow. Where you been, where you going, see the rain coming? I tell him I’m headed out to the mountains, Skyline Drive and West Virginia. He says he’s just in from there recently, was in DC for Rolling Thunder for the day and will be coming back in on Sunday again. His license plate is obscured by luggage, so I’m unsure of his port of origin.

Later on we part ways and my thoughts turn. Of my parents friends only my step-dad was drafted for Vietnam. Luckily, for us, he only went as far as Ft. Hood, TX, and came back with some good stories about army life and venturing into Mexico (at least the ones he’s shared with me). I think about all the life he’s lived since then, all his experiences and joys. Thinking about what all those who didn’t return gave up, lost, when they didn’t come home. The loss felt by those who loved them, families that have a name on the Wall.

Rain is sprinkling before Manassas. Enough to cool you off but not enough to get you worried yet, at least for a bit. Whooooo. Then come the big drops. I head off the ramp to gear up with the rain paraphernalia under the gas station pavilion. Finally get it all on and get strapped back up and out pops the sun and the rain stops. Too funny. Now I have wet clothes on under the raingear. Rain gear now keeping the wind out that would dry me. I motor on as more rain is promised on the horizon.

This brings up a point about rain. People always ask, “What do you do when it rains and your on the motorcycle”. I reply simply, “I get wet”. Duh. Rain riding has never bothered me. On the straight highways it’s no big deal. Just give more cushion to the cars in front of you. Drive like grandma on the exit ramps.

My turning point is finally reached. Off of 66 west and onto 647, Crest Hill Rd. at The Plains, VA. Crest Hill Road is my first slice of motorcycle heaven to be had this weekend. I’m delighted to find that the squiggly line I traced out on the map when planning this trip has translated so well in reality. The road is still wet from the passing rain clouds, and I give a small rabbit and then a chipmunk a near death experience. My first of many animal crossings this weekend. The road is fantastic. A mixture of hilltop road and tree lined canopies that create forest tunnels. Speed limit is 45mph, 55-60 feels comfortable on most parts. Keeping an eye out for a hilltop barn to photograph that I’ve seen in my minds eye, lit by the sun breaking through the clouds and backed by the mountain vista. No luck on any of the barns actual placement to fit the mental picture I have framed.

Crest Hill Road and Fodderstack Rd is a long stretch. I take shots of a church and other buildings along Zachary Taylor Highway. Fodderstack gives more of the same as Crest Hill, just a narrower road. The asphalt is of my favorite variety, freshly laid. Washington, VA is a tiny town of historic bed and breakfasts. Local wineries appear to be an attraction here too. Right after Washington the rain returns while I’m in route to Sperryville. Then it really starts to come down, a full on summer thunderstorm. Visibility is down. Road and parking lots soon resemble rivers. Rain drops of the monster variety explode on the pavement, and you know it hurts when they hit you.

I quick soaking circuit of Sperryville confirms there are no local hotels. I duck into a barn shaped restaurant to wait it out. My drenched gear takes on bar stool and I occupy another. There’s a few flying pigs about. The bartender get me a hefeweizen, and recommends the angus burger. Locally raised and grass fed, we exchange jokes about my passing the burgers relatives on the way in.

Don’t freak about the beer. I have a one only rule when riding. It was followed by a meal (best burger of the weekend!), several coffees, and this bar top journal entry.

Somewhere along Crest Hill road I decided to keep the cell off for the weekend. In addition no tv, newspapers, internet, or e-mail sound like a good idea. Of course I now am studiously avoid eye contact with the two beautiful plasma’s above the bar.

Entry Two

Hazel River Inn, Culpepper, VA, has the coolest street side seating in town.

The downpour let up at the Shady Farms bar in Sperryville and due to the deficiency in local lodging I quiz the bartender for options. Over the other side of the mountain, the opposite side of Skyline Dr via 211 is Luray with lots of motels, but I want to save the mountain for the morning. The waitress suggest Culpepper, there being a Holiday Inn etc.

Stepping outside the sun has broke through the clouds again. Enough for some shots of Shady Farms Restaurant and a bridge. Heading down 522, the Sperryville Pike, I keep an eye out for photo ops to catch the next morning as I’ll be rerouting back through. Following the mantra of Dale Borgeson about tour riding in the US, I aim to avoid large chain establishments, whether they are restaurants or hotels, and explore the mom-and-pop local variety businesses. I have a dive-ish roadside motel in mind, Culpepper comes through with the Sleepy Hollow Hotel.

Before check in I ride through downtown historic Culpepper. It’s a cool place. The Shady Farm bartender had recommended the Culpepper Thai restaurant. I see it but don’t visit, still full from the meal earlier. Cameron Street Coffee looks like a great place, located in an old warehouse. Unfortunately their closed for the night.

Shower and changed, room 102 at the Sleepy Hollow Hotel. I hop back on the bike, refreshed and dry and ride through the warm night air back downtown. The coffee at the Hazel River Inn comes with a sweet fudge confection on the side. The peach and blackberry cobbler with vanilla sauce is divine.

The reconfigured plan for this getaway is to shed. Shed worries about the job, career, housing, and relationships. My motorcycle is therapeutic. It’s 600cc’s of Zoloft on two wheels. The road lifts my spirits. This wasn’t supposed to be a solo run, and there are stretches of road where I feel the emptiness behind me.

The cobbler is finished and I can hear the sound of a band doing their sound check. The banging of the drum requires investigation.

Entry Three

I found Brown Bag Special in the cellar pub of the same restaurant I was in. On my way to the door the noise of the sound check floated up the stairs and directed my feet downward. Brown Bag Special opened the set, appropriately enough, with “I drink alone”. The ol’ man, Big Money, would have loved it. Drink alone started off a Big Money Blues trifecta to include “The Breeze” and “Mustang Sally”. Then they made the mistake a lot of bands make that have a great lead guitar player. They let him sing. The lead guitarist karaoke sucked his way through a Tom Petty hit. He was so off key in his singing it made you appreciate the guitar solo’s all the more for the relief they provided. Thankfully the regular singer soon resumed his duties and the night went on. More good stuff from the band.

Folsom Prison Blues
Cheap Sun Glasses

“can’t you see, can’t you see, what that woman, what she’s done to me”

Off to bed now at the Sleepy Hollow Hotel with the ghost and shades of dead hookers and overdoses past.

150 miles today.


Entry Four

Morning breaks on the Sleepy Hollow Hotel, a hot shower and I’m back on the bike. A quick stop downtown to shoot the Hazel Inn, then it’s back on the Sperryville Pike. More stops to capture some sights seen yesterday. Mr. & Mrs. Pump. The open mouth caricatures are an accurate representation of the current gas cost and the pumps eating your wallet.

I keep telling my daughter that her first car, college car, will be a hybrid. She thinks they are ugly. The bike isn’t so bad, averaging around 40mpg. At about 180 miles on the tripometer I start to look for a refill, although I’ve pushed it to 211 miles before.

A quick left in Sperryville on 211 and up into the mountain, Blue Ridge Mountains and Skyline Drive. Heading up the mountain I get the first bite of the twisties I’ve been craving. The fee at the gate to Skyline Drive is well worth the price. Great scenery and fantastic views. The only drawback is the 35mph speed limit that is well enforced by the park rangers.

I shoot some self-portraits at Pollock Knob overlook. They’re funny in that with all the scrambling and hurrying to be the camera timer, then trying to effect a relaxed pose. I’ve also broke out my old friend this trip, the Lubitel 166, a medium format, 120mm film, twin lens camera. I’m like Jay-Z with this camera, I have to get it in one take. There is no digital review after the click for instant gratification. As a fellow photographer it’s “Point, Push, and Pray”. I’ll be interested to see the results. Not that I’ve left digital behind. Carrying both cameras, I’m an analog/digital double threat.

After the self-portraits and some dead tree shots I’m about to pack back on the bike and leave when I meet the preacher and his wife. He offers to shoot me with my camera and I return the favor with theirs. Conversation flows and in a ‘small world’ moment it turns out that he works for same Hazel family that owns the restaurant I was at last night for his Monday thru Friday job. I get a friendly “God bless” and I’m heading south on Skyline Drive. I make several more stops and break out the cameras again at Big Meadow.

There is a gnarly dead tree in the middle of the meadow. It has burn damage at the base, either the result of some wild fire or perhaps a controlled burn done to maintain the field. I spot and shoot a few deer, they probably won’t turn out as they’re to far away for my lens on the D100. I shoot a bunch of shots of the tree with the D100 and then totally switch processes with the Lubitel. The picture setup with the Lubitel takes about a minute-and-a-half. Manual zoom, i.e., walking back and forth to get the framing I want. Light meter reading. Then dealing with the reversed optics of the look-down box camera. It is fun though, to switch it up, change the pace and the dynamics. Just one click though, hope I caught it.

It’s a long but enjoyable ride to the south end of Skyline Drive. Unless you really like slow cruising I would suggest picking which third of Skyline Drive you’d like include in your trip and leave the rest. I drop off the mountain and into Waynesboro. Finding Mad Anthony’s coffee shop for a late breakfast. I overhear that it’s around noon. The Italian Roast coffee is good, in fact, it would prove to be the best coffee of the trip.

One of the pleasures of traveling by motorcycle is that it’s an easy conversation starter. People ask you where your coming from, where you’re heading, ask about your bike, tell you’re about their bike or the one they wish they had. One of the peculiarities of these conversations is that if the person even remotely knows of anyone that has died on a motorcycle, they will be sure to share this fact along with details. These stories usually involve a deer, a car pulling out, or someone taking a corner to fast. The conversation goes something like this:

Stranger“nice bike”
Stranger“my cousin Bob had a friend that hit a deer and died on his bike”

Short silence.

You“yeah, deer are dangerous, got to be careful”

I’m not exaggerating when I say I’ve held variations on this conversation many times. Luckily this isn’t the conversation I have with the owner of Mad Anthony’s. He’s a former sailboat instructor who now finds the same release and head clearing on his motorcycle that he used to get from his sailboat.

This brings to mind the same wave – don’t way dynamic that occurs between sail boaters and power boaters, very similar to the sportbike & HD crowd.

The proprietor is a coffee guru, we discuss roasting (my Italian roast was just roasted Wednesday this week). We talk about the good and the evil of Starbucks. We’re both in agreement that they over roast their regular coffee, but I think their foo foo drinks are tasty. He has in his shop both the Bodum press and the Bodum vacuum coffee pot that I got my mom for x-mas. A shameless plug here, the Bodum vacuum coffee pot makes the best home coffee ever. It’s also an entertaining crowd pleaser, no joke.

Leaving Waynesboro the plan was 340 northward to 33, then into Harrisonburg, VA (home of the Valley Mall and JMU). 340 proved to be boring so I jumped on 256, Port Republic Road, for a better ride to Harrisonburg. I don’t know if the coffee wore off or if I was just worn out. I pull over at Westover Park, pick out a spot of grass, and take a good nap in the sun.

I had my motorcycle bug handed down to me by my step-dad. My kindergarten year of school we moved right at the end of the school year. Rather than switch schools at this inopportune time my Dad stuck me on the back of his Honda and rode me to school and back again for the last month or two. Even earlier than that I have a great photo of me in 1973-4 sitting on his chopper with him. Me in a diaper and him with his long hippy hair. The wild side of the Reverend indeed.

Refreshed from my nap it’s back on 33 westbound. Heading out of the Shenandoah Valley and Rockingham County is more glorious twisty roads and the George Washington National Forest. GW is a beautiful tree canopy lined road with a river off to one side. Franklin, WV is the destination, a return to the Star Hotel.

I stayed at the Star a few years prior when they first re-opened the historic Star Hotel. The owner, Steve Miller, is a great guy, friendly and conversational. I told him I’d be back again, but it’s been a few more years than I thought. Late lunch at the Star is pesto grilled chicken on ciabatta bread with roasted red peppers. Not the type of fare one might associate with West Virginia, but people have misperceptions about everywhere. Steve promises a prime rib later at dinner tonight to die for.

So that there is no misunderstanding, in as much as the Sleepy Hollow Hotel was a dive, the Star Hotel is a dream.

Dump the gear in the room back on the bike for some roaming around. I head back to explore a river road I passed on the way in, Rock Gap. It’s a gravel affair and I follow it back a little ways. Photo some river shots. Down further there is a large cliff face with some college aged kids de-gearing after a day of climbing. I’ll try to stop back in tomorrow and shoot some climbing action, as well as some fly fishing.

I pick up a bottle of Barefoot Wine, Cabernet Sauvignon, and drop it off with Steve at the Star to keep for later. I’ll enjoy that bottle later tonight from the 3rd floor front porch. South out of town I head, into some very secondary roads. I shoot an old decrepit cabin that would be right up Bobby Sargent’s alley. I put it in the metal folder for a possible future model shoot location, along with the river spots I’ve seen.

There are a couple more stops on this little ride. Once for what appears to be a feral chicken, and then for middle of the road stare down with a young doe. She’s camera shy though and is off before I can get a shot. Sportbike probably isn’t the best conveyance for nature photography. The pavement stops and gravel begins, I motor on. Rick & I once spent a full day just about on gravel roads, crisscrossing the back country around Cumberland, MD. So I’m comfortable with the less than ideal riding surface. A few miles on the road dead ends at a pair of chicken houses (source of the feral chicken’s ancestors perhaps?) and I turn around and survey the valley I’ve just ridden through. I have to stop the bike and soak in the scene. A picturesque farm is nestled in the corner of the valley, up against the hills. I meet some inquisitive cows, along with the farmer and his wife.

It seems that when you are in WV and you pass a sign that says “snow removal ends here” that the already suspect road conditions are going to quickly deteriorate and will soon resemble somewhat more of a logging road. I motor on through some back country, no houses, no farms, just mountains, steep roadside cliffs, and wicked gravel switchback curves. The part that gives you the willies are the downhill corners where the road grade is slanted to the outside of the curve and to the drop below. Yikes!

I creep along where a four wheeler would be much more functional. Although I still hit it a bit in the straights. Pavement arrives again and I’m unsure of my exact location. I follow the chicken farmers directions and soon discover myself back in Brandywine, intersecting the same stretch of 33 I rode on my way into Franklin.

Back at the Star Hotel it’s a shower and fresh clothes before heading down for dinner. Downstairs I find the prime rib to be as good as promised.

Entry Five

How beautifully staged is this. Barefoot on the 3rd floor patio, wine to ease the back and the ache in the knee.

205 miles today, the last 30 after check in, just to explore.


Entry Six

Out early in the morning. I find no climbers at Rock Gap, unsure of the hours they keep. Out of Franklin on 33 west, looking for another squiggly line I had seen on a map. Bland Hill Road name is a misnomer. A single lane country road winding through German Valley. I got a few shots of German Valley from the 33 overlook before turning on Bland Hill. Now I find myself in the same location I had shot from above.

The road cuts through some open pasture land and I meet some cows standing in the road after rounding one bend. They’re pleasant enough, if in no particular hurry to cross, and don’t mind posing for a shot or two before meandering on. People talk about the danger of hitting a deer, a cow would really ruin your day! Off of Bland Hill and on down into the valley. I come up on the rock formation I had seen from the overlook previously. It’s not Seneca Rocks, but a formation of the same ilk. I get some more photos, then onto German Valley Road. I’m still staying at the Star, there is no real destination today. It’s relaxing to stop as much as I like.

German Valley Road puts me back on 33 west and not long after I’m ordering breakfast at the Valley View Restaurant. Dale Borgeson warns of places that advertise home cooking, but that’s about all you see in these parts. There are a fair number of cars here and that’s usually a good since the food will be alright. Hell, even the Army could make a good breakfast. It all works out and it’s a hell of a deal, for toast, two eggs, hash browns, bacon, and coffee.

From 33 I hit 28 and turn off on Smoke Hole Road, just because it’s there and looks interesting. Boy, what a find it is. Combining the curvy one lane country road with nice wide smooth pavement (gravel free in the corners). It’s great. Smoke Hole Road turns out to run from 28 across the Seneca Rocks National Forest to 220 on the other side. Going west-to-east it starts out all curves and hills, then ends by winding along the south branch of the Potomac. There are lots of fly fishermen here enjoying the catch-and-release section of the river.

Up 220 to Petersburg, I run into some Ducati guys at the gas station. We swap riding info and I’m soon on 42 north towards Mayville. Hanging a left when I see a sign for Dolly Sods. I’m back on secondary roads and I soon pass another prophetic ‘no snow removal’ signs. It’s gravel the rest of the way up the mountain til it breaks out on top at Dolly Sod.

I’m real happy with today’s roads, as both Smoke Hole Road and Dolly Sods were unplanned ‘discovered adventures’. I do some rock scrabbling at Dolly Sod and enjoy the cliff top views. A fellow tourist snaps a shot for me an I hike out well past the distance that the casual tourist and families go. Shot some more shots of the rock formations with both the digital and film camera. Do some more self-portraits. I then sit down to relax in the sun with the cliff side breeze steadily blowing and update this journal.

Entry Seven

Well, fellow traveler, if you’ve made it this far I am duly impressed. I thank you for your perseverance. The rest of the day was spent riding without incident. Just more fantastic roads. You don’t have to be an explore on par with Lewis & Clark to find great rides in West Virginia. Just be curious in nature and unafraid to leave the beaten path. Drop off the numbered roads and take the route less traveled. Soon you’ll be in your own undiscovered country. Blah blah blah.

Out of Dolly Sod and I find myself on 32. Rough calculations put the dirt road travel around 25 miles for the day. While we are on stats, here’s today’s animal road count:

1 rooster
1 dead fox
2 cows
8 chipmunks
7 alive
1 dead
3 dead possums
1 squirrel
1 dead blob (undistinguishable)
No fearsome deer
1 dog

I guided myself today by a rather non-descript map put out by mountainhighlands.com

Leaving Dolly Sod on 32 puts me in Dry Fork and back on familiar 33 west to Elkins. I cruise around Elkins on the off chance I’ll run into a guy I know named Dallas. Now all you need to know about Dallas is the following:

I don’t know his last name
I once gave him a hair cut with dog grooming clippers
I know he works at a bike shop making choppers

You figure the odds of me finding him, near zero.

If your curious it wasn’t the first time I cut hair, albeit the first time using dog shears. In Korea I cut in the latrine for a cut or for a 6 pack. Everything was barter in the Army. We had a cook that would make you a great custom birthday cake for a case of beer or feed you food out of the back of the chow hall at 3am when you staggered in drunk from the ville for the promise of a future round to be bought. Korea stories could fill another journal.

Anyway, out of Elkins and south to Beverly. Scott, if your reading this you were on my mind as I went through town, never forgive, never forget.

So far I’ve only tried to write about the positive food experiences of the trip without throwing anyplace under the bus. C&J in Beverly however, served only barely functional burgers and the vanilla shake was of the worst chemical prefab variety. There are some things that I am stuck on, good vanilla ice cream is one. The others that I’m picky about are beer, whiskey, steak, cheese-steak, and coffee. It’s just so disappointing when something you usually enjoy turns out to be sub par.

After C&J it’s 250 east to 28, which heads back towards Seneca Rocks and Franklin. It’s a good haul through the Monongahela National Forest. A road of the scenic variety, with good twisties up the mountain and through the scenery. These type road have become quite a common occurrence here in WV. Back in Seneca Rocks and 33 east into Franklin. I never shoot Seneca Rocks, the light is never right, number one can tell you how I get about my light.

The Star’s restaurant is closed on Sunday, dagger, so I shower and head into Franklin by foot. About Franklin, WV. It’s a nice little town, quiet and sleepy. No bars other than the VFW that I could see. Everybody I’ve met and spoken too has be pleasant, friendly and conversational, both here in Franklin and elsewhere in WV. I’m sure there are a variety of characters much as anywhere, this is just my observation from the tourist level.

Following last night precedent I grab another vino from the Shell station. The Star being closed is a dilemma; I’m in need of a cork screw (having borrowed the restaurants the night before). I wander back down to the hotel, wine in hand, and past the hotel just a bit til I meet an old man sitting out front. I explain my situation, wine without access, and he says he’ll sell me a corkscrew. He goes in the house, shortly to return with the necessary implement in hand. I figure I have it for -4 or maybe rent it for a one time use for . That proves unnecessary however, he says just to take it, and keep it for any future need.

The sole booking for the hotel tonight, I’m like a wraith as I glide through the halls. On the front porch with my bottle of vino in hand. I have some cheap cigars I also picked up and there’s nothing to do but kick back and watch the sunset.

It’s been a great trip. Somewhat lonesome at times. The lack of someone to talk to surely let to the length of this journal. It was a trip to getaway, to reflect. There was no great revelation or anything, just time to get to know yourself. The road gives you time to think. I know who I am and I like being me. I know what’s missing.

I’m resolved to take more bike trips in the future. It’s definitely my preferred way to travel and vacation. Motorcycling is the way to go.

Tomorrow I have my route generally planned out, more scenic byways for a winding route home.

Miles today, 240.


Entry Seven

Just a short postscript. 20 miles east of Washington DC, on 66, the chain popped off the bike. It’s never easy.

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New Star Wars Lego Sets For 2011 – Clone Wars Ships, Battle Packs and More

Star Wars needs to acquire Lego’s most productive company and it’s not difficult to determine why. The practically too-good-to-be-true mixture within one of the most advantageous developing toy in existence using the world’s most effective Sci Fi company (sorry Trekkies) is typically a fan’s, to not mention a toy-maker’s, dream.

Over the last 10 many years Lego has unveiled an awesome broad variety of Star Wars Themed sets, from all 6 films on top of that to the Clone Wars television set sequence on top of that to the occasional Extended Universe ship. In 2011 they will hold on to can be found up with extraordinary sets, if original pictures inside the earliest wave is any indication.

Due for discharge in January 2011 the most latest Star Wars sets are heavily focussed concerning the Clone Wars animated television set series. best after the achievement of earlier battle packs, Lego will concentrate on army builders type the Clone free movies Wars by releasing a Clone Wars Battlepack (7913) collectively with a Mandalorian battle Pack (7914) each priced at $ 10.99.

The Clone Wars battle pack will incorporate 4 figures; Clone Trooper, ARF Trooper and two Bomb Squad Troopers that is typically a wonderful combine of clones and differentiates this founded from earlier clone trooper battle packs. The Mandalorian battle Pack will can be found with 4 of those well-known Star Wars clan-based characters, as featured in time period two and three inside the Clone Wars cartoon. every battle pack also arrives using merely a tiny vehicle.

Vehicles are also featured on this earliest Star Wars Lego 2011 wave.

founded 7915 are on the way to be the Imperial V-Wing Star Fighter, previously the theme of the Lego founded back again in 2006 (Set 6205) but this most latest edition arrives using a dark coloring plan for each the ship, pilot and astromech droid.

Set 7929 entitled The battle Of Naboo are on the way to be the earliest Episode just one founded for some years. It features a tremendous quantity of figures, for the most part battle droids collectively with a few Gungans. The founded also arrives using a droid carrier featuring a dim red-colored coloring plan instead inside the instead drab brown models inside the past. the brand new Gungans glimpse to acquire an extraordinary offer more varied and detailed compared to models from 10 many years ago. amid the Gungans is, of course, Jar Jar Binks and his headpiece is painted and appears positively beautiful.

The Bounty Hunter Gunship (Set 7930) was featured within your Clone Wars television set sequence time period Two Episode 17 entitled, appropriately, “The Bounty Hunters”. The dispatch is dim eco-friendly in coloring with accents in yellow and gray which combine in nicely using the episode’s location, Felucia. Widening the scope of bounty hunter minifigs this founded arrives using the prolonged awaited Aurra Sing on top of that to Embo, Sugi and an Assassin Droid who experienced been all featured within your episode.

The last founded of the earliest Star Wars Lego wave for 2011 are on the way to be the T6 Jedi Shuttle (7931) also recognised like a Jedi ambassador shuttle as featured in episode three of your time period two “Children inside the Force”. The distinctive semicircular shuttle appears quite nicely executed and arrives with some extremely anticipated figures. last but not lowest fans can include the Jedi Quinlan Vos, Shaak Ti and Saesee Tiin to their choice on top of that to one more Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Overall this earliest Lego Star Wars 2011 wave appears excellent and consists of some notable Star Wars figures that fans, new and old, are on the way to be eagerly awaiting.

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