Stafford County history

I spent some time here sitting in a traffic jam yesterday at the Falmouth light, and realized I don’t remember ever noticing this building before. Apparently it’s an important bit of the history of Old Falmouth Village: an African-American church just outside the officially designated historic district.

Hyperion run flooded: Heritage Trail under water


Above, photo by Sarah of Joanne and me on Fall Hill Drive, Fredericksburg, Virginia, midway through the regular Saturday 6-miler from Hyperion Espresso. (The trail is on the far side of that guard rail.) And below, a police officer’s photo from the opposite side of the river that day, on River Road at the entry to Falmouth Beach.

Aside from Ferry Farm

We took Owen to see Ferry Farm, site of George Washington’s boyhood home, which is in Stafford County, across the Rappahannock from the Fredericksburg City Dock. (Recent photo by Elspeth; Owen’s quite interested in George.) After lunch at the historic Ferry Farm McDonalds, Owen spotted an eagle circling high in the sky over Ferry Farm. Probably a hawk or a buzzard, we said . . . except, wait a minute, looks like white on its head, and then, yes, white on its tail. So we said well done, Owen, you’re right! Eagles are seen often here, although we aren’t often so lucky ourselves. Then we drove a few miles to City Dock, which is directly across the river.  I explained to Owen that the legend of George Washington throwing a silver dollar across the Delaware was perhaps based on an attempt to skim a pebble across the Rappahannock. As we pulled into a parking space, Sandy said, look — there it is again! It perched on a high branch over the river, on the Ferry Farm side. Sure looks like it, I said. Sandy’s camera has a very good zoom. The river is maybe 285 feet wide at this point, per Google Maps. Steadying the camera on a rail, I zoomed and zoomed till it could fill the frame, but still nowhere near steady enough. It was very difficult to keep the bird in the frame, so clicking the shutter at the right moment was very much a matter of hit or miss. I was able to recognize its body motion in sync with the cries we could hear across the river. In the bright sun, even then I couldn’t really make out much on the viewfinder. Only after Sandy got the best shot onto Facebook a few days later did we get the correct identification: osprey! (Thank you, Dundee!)