Road Trip Day 4: The South…continued…

Road Trip Day 4: The South…continued…

Once we finished entertaining ourselves at South of the Border, we got back on the road to discover the south. I just can’t imagine what it must have been like to have this as your home:

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This is Drayton Hall, the only plantation we had time to visit on our trip. And to think this place was built in the mid-1700s. I don’t think I can ever fully comprehend how wealthy people lived back then.

We arrived at the plantation just in time to take a tour, on which our guide referred to slaves as “enslaved peoples with origins in Africa.” I’m not sure if he was trying to be politically correct, but whatever the reason, it was definitely distracting. Regardless, the plantation was pretty impressive.

Oh, to be a southern belle and live the plantation life! Although, if I really did live back then, I’d probably be working in the kitchen…

Some photos from our tour:

The amount of detail that went into building this home was amazing
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All the bricks were handmade, and on some you can even see fingerprints
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To this day, the Drayton family has Thanksgiving dinner at Drayton Hall, which has never been updated with indoor plumbing or electricity. One of their other family traditions is marking the height of the children
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Stairs used by the “enslaved peoples with origins in Africa”
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Later they added a reflection pool
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And if all that wasn’t enough, the drive was beautiful
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Road Trip Day 2: Stonewall Jackson Shrine

Road Trip Day 2: Stonewall Jackson Shrine

When I’m a passenger in a car, I tend to be like the father-in-law from Forget Paris and read road signs out loud. Most of the time I keep it to myself, but since it’s just been Edwin and me in the car, I’ve let my sign-reading demon loose and have started announcing everything to Edwin. Entering X county, leaving Y county. 15 miles to the border. I read all of them to him like I know what’s going on in the world that’s passing by.

On Monday, we drove into Virginia and I felt like our cross-country adventure was truly starting. As we made our way to the North Carolina border, I announced to Edwin, “Stonewall Jackson Shrine”. To my surprise, he asked me if I wanted to go. Really? Is this what people do on road trips? So after some hesitation on my part, I thought why not and we pulled off the road to head into the unknown.

It turns out the Stonewall Jackson Shrine is the location where Stonewall Jackson died. A stone marker indicates the date of his death, but his actual gravesite is in Lexington. At the shrine, we saw the bed that Stonewall actually died in, including some of the original bedding. Also preserved in that room is the same clock that he listened to as he died, which is still tick-tocking to this day.

The shrine was our random event of the day. If we didn’t see anything else that day, I would have been content. But to top it all off, along the road to the shrine there were several farms. Real farms! I felt like such a strange tourist, but I couldn’t stop taking photos of the farms and of a man on his tractor.

Random photos from the day:

As promised, more state signs
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At the Stonewall Jackson Shrine
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The bed where Stonewall died
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Farms!
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