Few things make me happier than going on a little adventure with my man. We don't have big, giant adventures like climbing Everest or traveling for an ecological vacation to the Galapagos Islands. We have wee little adventures like, "Hey, honey, let's just go onto Route 10 and drive! That's where we find amazing little hamlets like Rescue or Battery Park, Virginia. That's how I found the spot where my 4th Great Grandfather was captured during the Civil War at Bermudas Hundred. FYI, he escaped and walked home. We Galvins are a tough bunch.
On our most recent adventure, we ended up at the Coast Guard Base at Yorktown, Virginia, along the James River. This little jewel is a training facility, but an amazing amount of history of our earliest years as Americans remains in place.
The first church at Yorktown, in fact one of the first in the country, was originally on this base. The site is commemorated with historical information. That early church became Grace Episcopal Church, where my friend Suzanne is music minister. Their silver communion set (a plate for the wafers and a cup for the wine), is the oldest one in continuous use in this country.
The book of Hebrews talks about the "Communion of the Saints." All followers of Christ, either alive or in Heaven, share in that same fellowship of believers. I like to think of all of them, as in the stadium image St. Paul gives us, watching and cheering us on from above saying, "Go, go, go...run that race before you." Kind of like The Wave or the 7th Inning Stretch, but way better and with nicer team jerseys. So many of them gone before, who received bread and wine from the same silver service that saints today still use.
The base also has preserved a trench used during what is referred to by some here in Virginia as, "The War of Northern Agression." I like to think of that War as, "God doesn't think it is too cool for people to own their fellow human beings." Check out Exodus to see what He thinks. Hope we cleared that up, peeps.
The sweetest part of the day was seeing this deer. Apparently the deer on base are utterly tame and protected, because she wasn't at all concerned. about the likes of us In fact, she looked at me sitting in the car with grave curiousity until I felt like one of the monkeys at the zoo. The little deer happily ate acorns and grass, but clearly was unimpressed by the human natural habitat (the car) display. Check out her long eyelashes in the first pic.
And adventure I tell you...they're all around. It's the journey, not the destination!
2 comments:
Looks like a well fed doe. She may become a little more elusive as fall approaches. They seem to know when it is safe somehow.
I've been deep into Civil War books this summer. Someday I want to take a trip to a battle field or two. I was just seven when my family visited Gettysburg. It's time.
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