Long weekends are always welcome in my book. I spent Memorial Day 2015 six hours south and west, on the York River in Virginia.
I love watching a sunset on the road:
As we pulled in to an unlit property off a country road, we realized we were trailing Dr. Satan?
...I wonder if it's an MD or a PhD.
And also that we were on Route 666?
But the weekend was peaceful, gorgeous, and nothing occult-y happened. At. All.
AirBnB blessed me once more, with kind, fascinating hosts and a gorgeous property, right on the York River in Shacklefords, VA:
I live my life in urban New Jersey, so the quiet of the river house was, at first, a shock. STARS, we could see STARS, and that moon!
Not pictured: frogs, toads, turtles, big old spiders, snakes and more.
I'd never been to Yorktown, VA before, but it was familiar from my grade school history books. I wasn't expecting a quaint, beach-y strip and farmers market!
We drove along some colonial highways between Yorktown and Williamsburg. The drive was gorgeous.
We stopped at one of the outlook points and discovered a colony of crabs there. The habitat seemed very healthy--it was a joy to see.
I hadn't been to Colonial Williamsburg since I was on a high school class trip, and something key has changed: I can really enjoy the local brewery!
Bummed around the College of William & Mary, paying homage to Jon Stewart along the way.
But I think some of my best memories of this weekend will always be serene moments on the river: