Chapman’s Mill

Sunday, 9 October

This is not a Phaeton Journey, but somehow it seemed appropriate that I post about today’s outing in this blog. After all, had it not been for a recent Phaeton getaway to Winchester, we probably would never have ventured out to explore today’s site.

Taking advantage of glorious blue skies, brilliant sunshine, and comfortably warm temps, we packed a picnic lunch and headed west on I-66 this morning. Our destination: ruins that we’d glimpsed where the interstate edged up to trees and bushes.

Reminiscent of the bombed-out shells of buildings one might see in war movies, our curiosity was piqued by the stone walls that stood forlornly by the roadside. We had no idea what they were, how we would get to them, what we would find once we got there — or if we would be able to even get near, let alone get inside. Well, we got lucky — the October 2 edition of the Washington Post Magazine ran a short article that answered all of our questions.

Corn and wheat. War and peace. Each pair played a significant part in the formation and disintegration of Chapman’s Mill, the hollow stone structure along Interstate 66 West near Haymarket.

Those opening words of the article whetted our appetite to learn more about the mill, which was built between 1737 and 1742 by a family named Chapman. And so we took off around 7:30a to go exploring. The morning was quiet, there was little traffic to contend with, and the day was perfect for an hour-long drive. Well, it would have been an hour or so, except that we didn’t trust the directions we’d written down from the website of the organization dedicated to turning the site into a historical park. Word to the wise — follow the directions; if you don’t take the right exit, it will be a while before you find another one to turn back!

Anyway, we finally arrived at the mill site to a tiny bit of disappointment. No, it wasn’t crowded; far from it. We were the only ones there — except for the men dismantling tents and folding tables and chairs. Obviously we were there on the morning after a special event.

Neither the tents nor the honeybuckets add to the ambiance of the mill.

Darn! What to do? Well, patience usually wins the day, so we decided to explore the inside of the hollow mill building in the hopes that enough of the work would be done so that I could photograph the exterior without any detractions later. I won’t keep you in suspense. The picture above was taken about an hour after we arrived on site, and as you can see there was still plenty of work to do. But we got lucky, the van next to the small house had to move briefly and that was my cue to grab a couple of nice shots of the mill. It’s all in how you work the angles, you know :-)

Chapman’s Mill and the Mill Store (foreground)

The Turn the Mill Around Campaign website has done a good job of providing a brief summary about the area and the mill, so I’m including their words here with the photos I took — I see no reason to recreate the wheel, so to speak :-)

Thoroughfare Gap is a narrow gap between Bull Run and Pond Mountains, through which Broad Run flows as it descends 87 feet. The Gap was used by migrating buffalo and traveling Indians long before it became a transportation corridor for grain and goods between the Valley and the Atlantic. Mention of the Gap was first recorded in 1697, by a group of Marylanders passing through in search of a band of Piscataway Indians. Later Tidewater planters used the Gap as a route to the rich Shenandoah Valley.

Mui’s playing the role of the storekeeper today.

During wartime its use became even more strategic: it was an escape route during the French and Indian War, during the Revolutionary War it was the route east to join the army, and during the Civil War, it was a strategic passageway for both armies. At the time of the Spanish-American War in 1898, 10,000 American troops were stationed at the Gap to avoid a typhoid epidemic in Alexandria.

Built in 1937, the mill store was where flour and cornmeal were sold.
Later, it was used as a post office and a gas station.

Chapman's Mill was built in 1742 by Jonathan and Nathaniel Chapman, a father/son partnership from an enterprising, well-connected colonial family. Enlarged in 1758, the mill became a prosperous gristmill that fostered the development of the Shenandoah Valley as a wheat and corn producing region for the next one hundred years. Due to the mill's location between the Valley and the city of Alexandria, corn and wheat could be transported efficiently by wagon to the mill, ground into cornmeal and wheat, and then shipped from Alexandria to ever-expanding markets in Europe and South America.

Chapman’s Mill is also known as Beverley mill after the family that restored the mill in 1876.

In 1759 Fauquier County was created from old Prince William County, and the related documents noted that the boundary between the two counties passed through the mill, as it does today. The prosperity of the mill was enhanced when, in 1852, the Manassas Gap Railroad was completed, passing beside the mill and reducing the travel time to Alexandria. In 1858 the Chapmans enlarged the mill, raising it to a total of seven stories and making it a model of agricultural technology. Chapman's Mill has ground cornmeal and flour for American troops during seven wars: The French and Indian, the Revolutionary, the War of 1812, the Civil War, the Spanish-American War, and World War I and World War II.

Clicking the shutter once and checking the picture twice.

The Civil War: By July of 1861 the Confederates had turned Chapman's Mill into a meat curing warehouse and distribution center. Herds of cattle and pigs were enclosed in large pens, and more than two million pounds of Confederate meat were stored on the site. Confederates, leaving after the First Battle of Manassas, burned the meat and the mill to keep them from the advancing troops.

Efforts are underway to stabilize and restore the mill.

What Mui’s doing is called “bench exploring!”

On August 28, 1862 Union General Ricketts was ordered to occupy Thoroughfare Gap to prevent Generals Lee and Longstreet from marching through the Gap and joining Confederate troops gathering for the Second Battle of Manassas. Historians say that if Ricketts had prevailed at the Battle of Thoroughfare Gap, which took place in and around the mill, the Second Battle of Manassas would never have taken place.

I'm going to take a stab at guessing that these gears were important to the mill operation.
[above and below]

During much of the Civil War, Col. John S. Mosby and his Raiders traversed Thoroughfare Gap as they sought to disrupt the movement of Union provisions to their armies in the South.

By 1876 the Beverley family had restored the ruins to a very successful milling operation and the mill took on their name.

A treasure-trove of rusty equipment is hidden in the trees on the far side of the mill property.
Don’t you think that piece on the lower right looks like porky pig?

The mill continued to operate under various owners until 1951. In 1998, the building fell victim to arson — which explains the reason why there are ruins for us to visit today. For most people, the site is perhaps a 15-minute stop; we spent about two hours. Yes, we’re slowpokes when it comes to exploring, but we had reason to dally as we waited for the work crew to clear out so I could get the photo I’d come to take. It was worth it!

The top center photo was taken on 19 October 1998, just three days before the fire.

We’d planned to have our picnic lunch at the mill, but it was still early when we finished exploring the site. Using the GPS, we searched for nearby parks and came up with what we hoped would be a gem — Waterfall Park. Hah!!! After a long drive on a winding road that took us through rural areas fragrant with eau de cow and residential neighborhoods trimmed with white picket fences, we were skunked. It turns out, this was not a park, but a subdivision yet to be built!!! That’s OK, had we not been lost on the back roads of Haymarket, we would not have come across another park that served nicely for our simple al fresco meal.

Not gourmet; but certainly healthy.

What’s so funny, you ask? We forgot that the camera was set to burst mode when we put the timer on; this is about the 6th picture it took of us when we really only needed one.

OK, so we had a few mishaps along the way, but we had a fun and interesting day nonetheless. I bet the mill site is really beautiful with fall foliage, but that will have to wait for another year. We’ll be overseas visiting family when the colors turn this year.

You Want ‘shrooms; I Got ‘shrooms

Tuesday, 4 October

Not that it has anything to do with mushrooms, but I just have to share this image first — after all, I did roll around on the ground to capture this slowpoke crossing the road at Bull Run Regional Park …

Wikipedia describes a mushroom as:

… the fleshy, spore-bearing fruiting body of a fungus, typically produced above ground on soil or on its food source. Like all fungi, mushrooms are not plants and do not undergo photosynthesis. The standard for the name “mushroom” is the cultivated white button mushroom, Agaricus bisporus; hence the word “mushroom” is most often applied to those fungi (Basidiomycota, Agaricomycetes) that have a stem (stipe), a cap (pileus), and gills (lamellae, sing. lamella) or pores on the underside of the cap.

We’ve been to Bull Run Regional Park many times. I’ve seen the occasional mushroom while wandering the grounds, but never in the numbers or varieties that I saw them this past weekend. After all the rain we’ve been getting the mushrooms had … well, they had mushroomed.

My fascination with mushrooms started with these funnel-shaped fungi on our campsite;
the one pictured in the two photos on the left has an 8½-inch (~22 cm) diameter.

There were big ones, small ones, tiny ones. There were white ones, pink ones, yellow ones, brown ones, orange ones, black ones. There were even mildewed ones that looked a little green around the gills. Some looked like they were covered in velvet; others looked like they were gilded in gold. The variety I didn’t see was the kind you see featured in cartoons — the red caps with the white dots.

Every time I saw a new variety, I had to stop for a closer look. Of course, the shutter went click each time, too. If you’ve not photographed mushrooms, trust me when I say that one must be a contortionist :-) And you can’t be too fastidious — I have two pairs of slacks to prove that I wasn’t!

I have no idea if the mushrooms were edible or not — and I wasn’t about to find out. I kept my hands to myself and just let the camera provide a cornucopia of fungi to enjoy. Someday, when I have spare time on my hands (yeah, right!!!!) I’ll do some research to find out more about the mushrooms that were such a source of fascination to me. In the meantime, if you’re into mushrooms and can identify them, please leave a comment here or in my online gallery (link at the bottom of the post).

(The photo in the lower left is the same mushroom after the Saturday night deluge.)

Not sure if this is a variety of fungi, but I liked the brilliant orange-yellow and couldn't resist clicking the shutter.

If you’ve not tired of the mushrooms featured here, or you’d like to see individual versions of some that went into the collages, feel free to visit my online gallery here.

Weekend at Bull Run Regional Park

Sunday, 2 October

Click to link to Wikipedia for more information on  the Crossing.I hope a rainy start to the month doesn’t mean that we’re going to have soggy weather for the next 29 days. We had plenty of rain in September and would like a bit of sunshine now, please. Fall-like temperatures would also be appreciated. With 48-52F (8-11C) daytime temps this weekend, it felt more like we had skipped right over October and gone into November. At least we were cozy inside our condo on wheels.

Thursday …

We checked into site 23 (50 amp; electric only) at Bull Run Regional Park (BRRP) Thursday afternoon. Located on the outer loop that we favor, this site requires a tad more effort to level. Next time, we’ll ask for site 21 instead. It was very humid and very buggy, so we didn’t do much more than go for a walk around the campground before we retreated to the coach. An early dinner, followed by a Netflix movie — The Crossing (featuring George Washington’s crossing of the Delaware River; by all accounts, the turning point in the fight for independence) — and we were set for a quiet night at home.

Google Maps aerial image of Bull Run Regional Park; the red arrow points to the
approximate location of our site on the outer loop.

Site 23 is our home for the weekend.

Friday …count-of-monte-cristo1

Friday was a work-from-home day. We were both kept busy with project work for our respective employers, although we managed to sneak in a few walks around the campground to give ourselves a breather, and also entertained fellow-blogger Paul (R Sanity RV Adventures) when he stopped by to introduce himself.

When the workday drew to a close, I went for a long walk that was frequently interrupted by photo-ops. In the end, I didn’t get much exercise, but the photo rewards were great. (More about that in another post.) While I was out and about, Mui took the opportunity to test his new rotary polisher. Turns out that this one more or less vibrates in place, so he’ll be replacing it with a different model. It was another quiet evening at home for us; this time with The Count of Monte Cristo (based on the Dumas père novel by the same name) to keep us entertained.

The polisher at work; does a good job, but Mui will be replacing this one with another model.

Saturday …

We woke up to drizzly weather and cold temps at BRRP Saturday morning. The forecast for Winchester, an hour away, called for the rain to end around 9:00a, with dry weather to follow until late evening. Plenty of time to get a few things from Camping World; go to Rinker Orchards to pick some more apples; and maybe visit the Civil War Museum in Old Town.

We should have known better than to believe the forecast. It was still raining when we pulled into Camping World around 10:30a. An hour later, when we made an impromptu stop to pick up some corn at a roadside market, it was still drizzling. By the time we arrived at the orchard, liquid sunshine was replaced with a peek-a-boo sun that was mostly hidden behind thick clouds. A stiff breeze cut through our layers, but we braved the chill to pick what is now our favorite apple variety — the Nittany. Oddly enough, we’d not heard of this variety until last year. Developed at Penn State, it is described as a cross between a Golden Delicious and a York. It is crisp and juicy, and slightly tart. Incredibly tasty; and long lasting, too. We came away with two bags full of apples.

Back in the car, we rehashed our plans to go to the museum and decided we wouldn’t be doing it justice. So, we programmed the GPS to take us home via the Shenandoah River State Park. Even though it was raining again, we wanted to take a quick peek at the campground there to see if it was a viable short-weekend alternative to BRRP. The short answer: yes, it will do very nicely. The only problem is that since there’s no internet (except at the Visitor Center), we can’t do this one as a work-from-the-coach Thursday-Sunday trip. Since our vacation days are already spoken for, we may not make it there this year, but it’s definitely on the list for a trip or two in 2012.

View of the Shenandoah River from the Fish Trap.

Mui’s laughing because we brought the cheese and the dip, but left the crackers
at the coach. This will be one odd picnic!

Off-and-on rain accompanied us back to BRRP, where a cup of hot tea and cookies warmed us up and tided us over until Marti and Paul (R Sanity RV Adventures) stopped by to pick us up for dinner. It turns out that everything I’ve read about meeting fellow-bloggers is true. It’s like meeting old friends that you haven’t seen in a while. We had a great evening at Carrabba’s Italian Grill, with conversation about selling homes, full-timing, and travel in general flowing smoothly. And yes, there was plenty of laughter to punctuate the conversation.

[click the image to link to the Carrabba’s website]

We returned to the coach comfortably sated, with the taste of the miniature chocolate coconut mousse dessert lingering on our palates. With the rain coming down hard, the pitter-patter on the roof was nature’s symphony, accompanying a quiet night of reading.

Sunday …

If the rain stopped at all overnight, I didn’t notice. It was raining when I went to bed; it was raining anytime I woke up through the night; it was raining when I rose from bed Sunday morning. It rained off and on all day, but at least the sun graced us briefly for a few minutes at a time. During one of the longer sunny interludes, I took a walk on the White Trail that runs along the perimeter of the campground. I followed the trail in the direction of the camp store. Mother Nature tried to throw a barrier or two in my way, but I managed to get around them. The walk took me past the maintenance yard, the Atlantis Waterpark, and the disc golf course to connect to the main road for the return leg back to the Phaeton. Next time, I’ll check out the trail in the opposite direction.

The white trail follows the perimeter of the campground.

this and that from my walk.

A bit of color adds cheer to a gray day.

While I was out exploring, Mui finished inspecting the slide-out seals, and lubing and spraying, and doing a couple of chores before making a trip back to Winchester to return a few things we had picked up from Camping World that didn’t work out. Yeah, it was a distance to drive, but cheaper than mailing it all back. I stayed behind to process photos for the blog, and had the pleasure of entertaining Marti and Paul, who stopped by to say hi. I hope we get to meet up with them again, but as I noted on their blog, that presumes they are still in the area. I know they are anxious to get on the road, so I’ll just wish for future meetings on the road instead.

The red cans are for the seals; the blue can is for the mechanical parts of the slide.

We had late check-out, but soon after Mui returned, we decided to pack up and get going. An electric-only site meant that we didn’t have much to take care of outside. Still, it was well past 3:30p when we pulled out. By the time we dumped our tanks, drove to storage and put the Phaeton to bed, stopped at a super market to pick up some groceries, and finally got on the road home it was already 5:00p. Oh yeah … a quiet evening at the stix & bricks rounded out our camping weekend.