On Saturday, I drove across the canal above via this bridge:
To this bike trail. This was once Route 17, but they made a new 17 and turned this into a bike/hiking trail.
This was an unbelievable feast for the senses on Saturday. A light breeze was blowing. The piercingly sweet scent of flowering blackberries and honeysuckle made the 16 miles fly by.
The trail is bordered by the Great Dismal Swamp Canal, part of the Atlantic Intracoastal Waterway. I guess they call it "dismal" because the water appears black from the tanic acid from the trees. The Canal is ANYTHING but Dismal. The water is more like a sheet of black glass the reflects everything around it.
This area reminded me of Monet's work with lily pads at Giverny, France.
More to follow in Part 2.