Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Back in Virginia

Yesterday, the twins and I had a harrowing drive out of Tennessee into southwest Virginia -- a ride I certainly will remember for quite awhile.  The air-ride went out on I-40 eastbound and I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco up the highway as things were thrown all about inside the RV.  At times, I was bounced off of the seat and the only thing that kept me from flying around the cab was the seat belt and the steering wheel riding across my legs.  So glad to have survived that and decided to stay here in Fort Chiswell RV park for an extra night -- let the twins rest their bruised bodies and let my organs settle back into place (and call the Winnebago dealer and tech reps about the problem).

Glad to see another sunset (first one in Virginia since last fall).  Now that the rain has stopped (mostly) will try to get the twins outside and perhaps enjoy that second sunset -- before heading out tomorrow for another 4 hour drive into Northern Virginia.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Getting out of Kansas

Yesterday, I had planned to exit Kansas via the southeast corner and duck down into Arkansas for an overnight stay in Morrilton (50 miles west of Little Rock).  The plan had been to drive some 345 miles and stop in an RV park I knew had a space available for me to park the RV and leave the Jeep attached behind.  The next RV park to the east some 22 miles became more of a trailer park and had no spaces available.

As it turns out (Murphy's Law), there was a bridge out on route 166 and I had to detour around the area to the south into Oklahoma, then into Missouri and finally into Arkansas -- where I caught route 71 south to connect to Interstate 40 east.  This added about an hour to the expected 5-1/2 hour drive -- a little more stress for the twins and the "Old Man Burch" but, we survived (without any accidents, by the way).  Those would be cat droppings when I say accidents.  So, that other park 22 miles closer to Little Rock wouldn't have been a better place to stop, I'm sure.

Today, I started with a full tank of diesel after I fueled up at the Shell station just outside the campground in Morrilton and set my sights on Lebanon, Tennessee -- some 20 miles east of Nashville.  It was nearly some 416 miles according to my TomTom but, since most of the road was Interstate 40, I thought we should be able to do it in about 6 hours -- less than the more stressful day yesterday and should leave us 350 miles to Ft. Chiswell in Virginia.  Things went more according to the plan and we are now settled in at Countryside Resort in Lebanon with some shade all around and the interstate slightly farther away (which should make for some better sleeping for the three of us).

I may stay a couple nights in Ft. Chiswell before heading into the frenzy of Northern Virginia and into the traffic on I-81 and I-66.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Another Visit to Moline

Yesterday I wrapped up another visit to Moline, Kansas after doing more research in Sedan, Kansas, the county seat for Chautauqua County, trying to pinpoint the Cunningham Estate.  Late morning, I  visited the Shaffer House Museum in Moline after dropping by the library in town -- had stopped at the museum around 11:00 a.m. and found it closed again.  The women at the library called Elaine, the proprietor for the museum, to see if she could open the museum for me to browse around again.  I found nothing new during this visit but, did take pictures again of that Atlas for Elk County (hopefully better with the new camera).

After changing into shorts, I drove down route 99s to Angus Road and headed east toward county road 18 where I planned to drive south one more time with my Chautauqua County map that had my colored sections showing the Cunningham properties (the Cunningham Estate).  Upon turning right on county road 18, my mind (and eyes) focused on the three northern properties in Elk County (Harvey, Henry and Adaline's) each 1/2 mi. X 1/2mi.  The first fence running west marked the northern edge of the properties (1/2 mi. south of Angus Road).  There was a line of trees running along the southern side of the fence with a small group of trees a few hundred yards away -- I imagined this would have been where the ruins of the Cunningham school could have been found but, I wasn't about to wander out through the waist deep grass (spiders, snakes and who knows what else would be waiting for me -- farmer with a shotgun?).  I had been seeing a collection of spider webs draping across my windshield, radio antenna and side windows.

Another 1/4 mi. and I could see an old barn to my right and nearly where Old Man Cunningham's
house should have been.  Then, road 18 hit county-line road and went left for about 1/4 mi. before it turned south for the remainder of my drive where it intersected Quivira Road at Union Chapel.

The first square mile on either side of Road 18 I knew to be Harvey Cunningham's property.  The next 3/4 of a square to my right was also Harvey's, Sarah's or some combination belonging to the Cunningham's.  One and a half miles south of County-line Road, the next mile and 1/2 mile to the west didn't belong to the Cunninghams but, as I drove down the road toward the valley and lake below, I could see tree-lined valleys to either side with the creeks running through them (North Caney Creek to the west).

As I reached the 2-1/2 mile mark from the county line, I noted that the property of Robt T. Cunningham started and ran 1/2 mile south, 1/2 mile to the east and a mile to the west into the valley on my right where North Caney Creek ran -- easy to imagine that is where that picnic took place (perhaps one reason that Robt. T is in that picture).  I saw a dirt road running west through the pastures to the right (fenced off and directly across from the entrance to the Triple Seven Ranch).  Another 1/2 mi. south, the road turned to the east along the bottom edge of Robt. T Cunningham's property.  This also was the top edge (northern border) of Zachary T. Cunningham's property.  The road turned and continued south through the biggest chunk of Zachary's property before reaching the bridge over Lake Quivira.  Two more 1/2 mi. by 1/2mi. blocks of his property lay to the east and northeast like a checkerboard pattern.

When I reached the lake, there were lots of people out in boats and canoes.  A beautiful place that may soon be ruined by some greedy, rich Texan who has acquired some 6,000 or 7,000 acres around the Boy Scout Camp -- probably looking to turn it into some private fishing and hunting club with million dollars homes embedded around the lake.