Showing posts with label manassas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label manassas. Show all posts

BRRP: “No Labor” Day

Monday, 5 September

That’s right … no labor for us on Labor Day! Up early, we had breakfast, went for a walk around the campground, and when we returned to the coach, sat our butts down in the comfy chairs in our screened shelter, and just chilled — again. If you know us at all, you know this is far from normal. There’s something about RV’ing, however, that seems to bring out the relax-mode in us. No complaints! After all, we’re going back to work tomorrow.

It’s another dull, grey day. So far, there’s no sign of the forecasted rain; apparently the front has stalled a bit. Keeping our fingers crossed that the wet stuff will delay until after we leave. It’s quiet; the crack, crack of shots that normally issue from the nearby firing range are silent. Squirrels chasing each other rustle the leaves every once in a while; crazy critters. Otherwise, even the birds are quiet.

We were expecting that the campground would be full over the holiday weekend, and perhaps more than a bit noisy with some campers in party-mode. We were pleasantly surprised with respect to the latter. I think it helps that the campground staff are on constant patrol at BRRP. Add to that a Fairfax County police cruiser driving through the loops once or twice a day, and that seems to have helped to keep down the noise factor. Not that people have not been out enjoying themselves. I’ve gone for several walks around the campground these past days and have seen lots of people having a good time outside their camping vehicles (or tents). But they were doing it quietly, respecting their neighbors. Win-win all around.

We’re past the 11:00a check-out deadline. The exodus of campers has slowed to a trickle. The only ones left in the campground are those who are here for a longer stay and those who have paid the $10 fee for late check-out (7:00p). We fall into the latter category, but we’ll be leaving well before the deadline. After all, we have a workweek ahead of us and a few things to do around the house before tomorrow rolls around.

So, nothing newsworthy from today. But I was thinking ahead to that yesterday when I decided to postpone sharing our outing to the Manassas National Battlefield Park (MNBP). The two battles — First and Second Manassas (aka First and Second Bull Run) — were fought early in the Civil War that saw brother fighting brother; friend fighting friend. Until the Battle of First Manassas, people had this odd little idea that the war would be over after a couple of skirmishes. Maybe a day or two; maybe a week tops. The heavy losses during First Manassas pretty much wiped away any such thoughts, and the Civil War lasted for many bloody years (1861-1865).

we explored the area circled in red.

Yesterday’s short outing was not our first visit to MNBP. We’ve been to the area around Henry House (near the visitor center) many times to stroll the grounds and check out good ole Stonewall bronzed for eternity. We’ve walked some of the longer trails, and most of the shorter ones. We’ve been to Stone House; and to Stone Bridge as well (post for the latter is here). These are some of the best preserved Civil War landmarks in the area, and also the ones that see the most visitors at the park. The canons strewn about the grounds are especially popular with families.

Henry House and the monument to "Patriots who fell at Bull Run — July 21, 1861.”
(April 2006)

This time we went to a section of the park that sees fewer visitors. When we visited this area in 2006, there wasn’t a soul around. When we pulled into the parking lot yesterday, we found the situation pretty much the same. There was only one other vehicle, and the driver, a heavily-tattooed gent from Tennessee, headed up to the 14th Brooklyn Monument atop the hill after chatting with us briefly.

Mui captures the photographer ...

... photographing the entrance gate and the landscape beyond.

And here's the other half of the gate, completing the words: "5th New York Volunteer Infantry."

The park brochure explains as follows:

On the afternoon of August 30 [1862], seeing the Union lines in disarray following the repulse of Porter, Longstreet pushed his massive columns forward and staggered the Union left flank. A brief, futile stand on this ridge by the 5th and 10th New York Regiments ended in slaughter. In five minutes the 5th New York saw 123 men killed, the greatest loss of life in any single infantry regiment in any battle of the Civil War.

Somehow, we ended up going neither up the hill to the monument, nor into the tree line where we knew there was a memorial to Duryée’s Zouaves (5th New York Volunteer Infantry), as well as a trail to other parts of the MNBP. Not sure what distracted us and sent us in a different direction, but here are a few photos from 2006 to show you what I might have stopped to photograph had we gone that-a-way.

Left: the memorial to the ZOUAVES was erected in 1906.
right: image from signage depicts the slaughter of the 5th New York Volunteer
Infantry on that fateful day in august 1862.

Leaving the car in the parking lot, we walked a short distance up Lee Highway (Rte 29) and crossed the road to visit the Confederate cemetery instead. But first, we continued a little ways up from the cemetery to the Lucinda Dogan House, described in the park brochure as: “The small, white frame house ... all that remains of the wartime village of Groveton and one of only three Civil War-era houses remaining in the park.”

Originally built as an overseer’s cabin, the house became the Dogan family’s primary
dwelling after the main house, “Peach Grove,” burned down in 1860.

Confederate General Longstreet was a dinner guest at the Dogan House.

Backtracking from the house, we headed over to the Groveton Confederate Cemetery. Established by the local women two years after the Civil War ended in 1865, the cemetery contains the remains of 260+ Confederate soldiers, all but two of which are unidentified. It is an example of one of the earliest efforts to pay tribute to those who lost their lives and mark the general locations of battlefields.

Unknown or not, at least these men received a proper burial. As noted on the park signage outside the gate, “Hundreds of soldiers received no burial at all.” In most cases, battlefield graves were unmarked, or simply identified with sticks, headboards, or branches.

As the signage further explains:

Heavy fire often kept either side from claiming the dead, and after both battles [First and Second Manassas] the armies had to maneuver quickly. Some of the wounded lay for days in the blistering sun.

After the fighting, burial details dug shallow, unmarked mass graves. The process took weeks. Autumn rains soon washed away the thin cover of soil, exposing the remains.

[collage of historic images from nearby signage]

After visiting one such mass grave, a Harper’s Weekly correspondent wrote:

In the long, luxuriant grass one strikes his foot against skulls and bones, mingled with the deadly missiles that brought them to the earth. Hollow skulls lie contiguous to the hemispheres of exploded shells.”

The obelisk was erected in 1904 by the United Daughters of the Confederacy.

Detail from the obelisk that stands in the center of the Confederate Cemetery.

There are only two headstones at Groveton — one for each of the identified remains. For the rest of the 260+ men buried here, a ring of markers bearing the names of the 13 Confederate states serves as a collective remembrance.

Left: A portion of the markers that ring the monument.
Right: James Jerman palmer, from Charleston, South Carolina, was only
22 years old when he died during the battle of second Manassas.

The second identified headstone belongs to a 20-year old Virginian.

And that’s the story of yesterday morning’s brief outing. As is usual when I get going with photo processing and blog writing, time has flown by. Mui’s calling me to lunch. More later ...

P.S. For those interested, this post from 2009 has a link to a pictorial journal of a visit to the oft-visited areas of MNBP.

... Later: At Home

The rain showers, which should have come through overnight and this morning, began just as we were taking down the screen shelter. But of course the weather got soggy — Mother Nature was crying because it was time for us to pull up stakes and go home. We waited a bit for the rain to let up, but it was still drizzling when we finished the last of our departure preparations. By 4:30p, the Phaeton was tucked into storage and we were on our way home. With surprisingly little traffic on the freeway, we made it home in no time, stopping to grab a quick bite to eat before we pulled into the garage.

A short workweek is ahead of us. Then, we go back out Friday afternoon. This time we’ll be heading to Pohick Bay. The weather forecast is for isolated and scattered t-storms. What’s the difference anyway; either might ruin plans for outdoor activities. Oh well; we’ll make the most of whatever Mother Nature dishes out.

P.S. We didn’t have to wait until we’re at a full hook-up site next week to test the dishwasher. With 25% of the tank still empty, we decided to use it last night, and again today. Not only is the machine operational once again (thanks, Mui), but it uses less water than I do when washing the dishes by hand. Output increased the grey water by just 4-6%, depending on the cycle used. That’s a good thing!

BRRP: Half & Half

Sunday, 4 September

We spent half of today sightseeing in rural Manassas; a fun change of pace. We spent the other half of the day chilling at Bull Run Regional Park (BRRP); that was fun, too. If this is what we can expect of fulltiming — when those days get here — we’re in for a treat. Actually, we know it will be even better, because we’ll be exploring not just places we’re familiar with, but brand new horizons as well.

We were up early. It was still dark out; and looked even darker with the daytime shades covering the windows. We know that if we want to go exploring, we can’t dally long around the house — or the motorhome, as the case may be. No browsing the web; no checking emails; and definitely no reading blogs. With that in mind, we had a simple breakfast and prepared for a morning of sightseeing. Even without any dalliance, though, it was 8:00a by the time we made it out the door. The temp was comfortable, but rising with increased humidity. Overhead, a canopy of thick white clouds screened out the sunshine. The light was dull — too dull for good photography — but we didn’t let that deter us.

The drive from BRRP to Manassas National Battlefield Park was short, and soon we were strolling around one of the less-visited areas of the 5,073-acre (20.53 sq km) park. I’m going to do a separate post on this portion of our morning, but in the meantime …

The Groveton Confederate Cemetery was established in 1867,
two years after the end of the Civil War.

Since I’m not sharing any other photos from the battlefield in this post, here are a few from unexpected finds and encounters we had this morning.

Stonewall Memory Gardens

Stonewall Memory Gardens

Friendly horses pose for Mui.

Out for a Sunday morning ride.

A bit of color on a dull September day.

By 10:00a, the humidity was high enough to make strolling about uncomfortable. After a quick drive to the Manassas post office to drop off the Netflix DVD we watched last night, we returned to BRRP for an afternoon of doing absolutely nothing. (Except for a quick trip to a nearby pharmacy to pick up some Benadryl for the sudden-onset of itchy hands I developed while processing photos. I’ve had this happen before, and a dose of antihistamine quickly takes care of the problem. Already, the itch is all but gone.)

Before I end this post, here’s a bit of a coincidence that struck me as odd. I took the pictures after the rain passed through yesterday, but since that day’s post was already long, I thought I’d wait until today to post these.

The sites behind us are occupied by dark-colored Class A RVs ...

... The sites ahead of us are occupied by white fivers.

Dinner time is at hand — French bread pizza (frozen, I’m afraid; keeping it simple) and a big salad is on the menu. But first, I’m going to take advantage of the cooling temperature to go for a walk around the campground. The sky is overcast and the clouds look heavy with rain, but so far we’ve not had a drop of the liquid stuff forecasted for today. We’ll see how tomorrow’s weather shakes out.

BRRP: Back for Labor Day Weekend

Thursday, 1 September

We’re baaack!  Back at Bull Run Regional Park (BRRP), that is.

With the long Labor Day weekend extended by leaving the house Thursday after work, instead of Friday, we did consider going to a more distant campground at first.  Then we remembered how horrid traffic can be around here, especially during a long weekend.  So, here we are just about 16 miles (25.5 km) from home instead.

We left the house around 4:30p, and two hours later we were all set up in site 21.  This is a 50-amp electric-only site (jurisdiction rate of $32.50 + tax) on our favored outer loop.  It’s even better than our usual spots further back on the loop; here there are no campsites on the other side of the road.  We have plenty of privacy even though the sites before and after us are all occupied for the holiday weekend.

Once set up chores were completed, we brought out the table that forms the base of the trunk of our CR-V and dined al fresco.  Nothing elaborate; a couple of frozen spaghetti Bolognese entrées were quite satisfactory.  Then, we sat outside and watched a BBC DVD entitled, Shackleton: A Voyage of Endurance.  The story of this Antarctic expedition gone terribly wrong, yet deemed a successful failure because Shackleton managed to bring everyone back alive, was just as enthralling this time as it was the first time we watched the documentary.  (There’s an excellent animation of the two-year saga here.)

The makings of a good “soft camping” weekend.

This was our first opportunity to watch a show on the TV built-into the exterior of the coach.  I was really happy about the way the sound was directed straight towards us and could not be heard at all when I walked to the front and back of the coach.  Good; no possibility of bothering our neighbors.

Let the long weekend begin!

Phae is So Modest

Sunday, 21 August

We’re home from Bull Run Regional Park (BRRP), but not for long. We’ve made reservations to go back the next two weekends. The first one will be another short visit; but the weekend after that includes Labor Day. It will be nice not to have to pack up and go home after just two nights.

Anyway, as anticipated we had a quiet morning. Actually slept in until 7:00a. So unusual for us, but with the chores completed, well-deserved. The temp was climbing quickly, and the usual summer stickiness was back. Since the campground was far from being at capacity, I walked over to the camp store to see about doing a late check-out. As luck would have it, our site was booked, so we had no choice but to leave by the 11:00a deadline. Still, we had time to enjoy an al fresco breakfast under the canopy and relax for a bit before we had to pull up stakes.

As I noted in yesterday’s post, Mui completed one more project yesterday — installing modesty panels for Phae. She’s so shy, she doesn’t want to show her legs in public :-). She also wanted some protection from the harmful UV rays that the sun sends her way day in day out as she sits in storage.

Yes, you know what I’m really talking about is wheel covers. After doing his research, Mui ordered a set from MCD, which conveniently arrived just before we left for our weekend outing.

Installation of the “Glide-Trac” rails was a piece of cake: clean the inner lip of the fender wall; put adhesive on the back of the track; eyeball the center of the fender lip; gently arc the flexible track and apply to the rim, pressing firmly as you gradually move from center to bottom; using the guide handle, align and install the track for the other half of the fender; repeat for the other wheels; let cure for 24 hours. If kinking occurs while installing the tracks (inevitable in the highest fender curves), MCD suggests using a couple of screws, which Mui did. I think the entire installation took 30 minutes; maybe less.

Another easy-peasy project!

Hindsight being 20-20, I realized too late that I should have taped Mui installing the glide tracks. Well, no one can say I don’t learn from my mistakes; here’s a short clip showing the installation of the vinyl panels after we returned the coach to storage. Though it may seem like the video has been sped up; I assure you it’s in real time – 30 seconds from start to finish.

[click the arrow to start the clip]

Forgive the wrinkles!

Doesn’t she look pretty!

And on that note, we turned off the lights and headed home, leaving Phae to rest a few days before she goes out again.