Through Dragon Run State Forest

Dave, stashing his bike behind some trees in the state forest.
June 11 -- Dave Hirschman, who I work with in Charlottesville, was able to join me on my trek to see Dragon Run on the Middle Peninsula.  Lucky for him, it was the hottest day so far.  As I made my way from King and Queen Courthouse, Dave figured out how to shuttle his car to our destination point, then bike back towards me, then stash his bike in the woods, and then walk along with me. It’s a good thing Dave is smart – it would have taken me a while to figure that one out!

Dave walking down dirt road through Dragon Run State Forest.


"Asbestos Waste Disposal Area - Do not create dust."  Yikes.
It was nice to catch up with Dave and have some company, especially for the dirt road section through Dragon Run State Forest which could have been a little spooky alone. According to a Virginia Department of Forestry website, the separate chunks of land west of Dragon Run that make up the state forest add up to over 9500 acres. We walked Route 602 which goes through the heart of the forest and didn’t come across anyone except a couple fox hunters rounding up their hound dogs from an adjacent hunt club property. They told us to watch out for big tractor trailers bringing in trash from far off places like New Jersey and New York to the local landfill. Though we must have been on a different route from the trucks, we did eventually see the growing dirt mound peaking over the trees in the distance.  We learned later that the relatively new King and Queen County landfill is allowed to build up to over 430 feet high, which it may be already in places. Unfortunately, it is also sits within the watershed of Dragon Run, currently one of the cleanest waterways in the state, and will undoubtedly leak some day.
The scene after a prescribed burn in Dragon Run State Forest.
 


Dave and I arrived at the “Clay Tract,” an inconspicuous parcel of land owned by the Middle Peninsula Public Access Authority.  I had asked for permission to camp here since nearly all the land in the Dragon Run area is either private or State Forest, where camping is prohibited. We walked into the gated parcel in search for the swamp that I had heard so much about. There it was, way back in the woods and down in a gully - lush and swampy and full of bald cypress...with birds and dragon flies there to greet us. The next day I would have a chance to ask all my questions about the stream to Teta Kain, Queen of the Dragon.


I finally set my eyes on Dragon Run Swamp at the Clay Tract.











To the Mattaponi River

Winter wheat ready to harvest
June 8 -- It is a vast scene of quiet fields walking between the Pamunkey Indian Reservation and the Mattaponi Indian Reservation. The quiet was only broken by the occasional car and combine harvesting the winter wheat. It took me half a day to walk the ten miles through King William County between the two rivers that join downstream of here to form the York.

Cohoke Mill Creek - not King William Reservoir any more.


For a lunch break, I snuck down into the dense wooded floodplain of Cohoke Mill Creek to get out of the hot sun.  If you have been reading newspapers in Virginia in the past few years, you likely have heard about the fight over the King William Reservoir.  For over twenty years, the City of Newport News tried to get permits to build a dam on this creek and pump water from the Mattaponi River over to it.  Had their effort succeeded, I'm guessing my lunch spot would have been under many feet of water. Environmentalists, the Indian tribes, and others concerned about the ecological and historical/archeological impacts of the dam fought against the creation of the reservoir until after 22 years, Newport News finally threw in the towel in 2009.

Jim Hall's store in Rose Garden, VA.
Cashier seasoning fresh steamed crabs at Jim Hall's store.
I've been thankful for small stores on back roads that have managed to hold on.  Before reaching the Mattaponi River, I came across Jim Hall's store where I took another break out of the sun.   In the half hour I was there, three customers came in to buy fresh steamed blue crabs turned orange, which the cashier seasoned on the spot with her home-made version of Old Bay.  I asked her where the crabs came from.  Fresh from the York River this morning, she said, since it's still too early in the summer (not enough salt water) for crabs to come up into the Mattaponi. 


I reached the cluster of homes of the Mattaponi Reservation, looking for a phone to use. After knocking on some doors without any luck, I finally found a nice woman coming home from work who lent me her phone and offered me a soda.  I called up Dawn and Randy Shank who were waiting for my call to get across the river.  Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the pier in their john boat and I jumped in, thanking the nice lady for the help.  Off we went down the broad and beautiful Mattaponi.
View of the Mattaponi River from the Indian Reservation.

Randy Shank toting me across the Mattaponi to their house.


Dawn and Randy are very active members of the Mattaponi and Pamunkey Rivers Association (MPRA), a group that works to protect the rivers and inform folks in the area about their ecology and history.  Among other roles, Dawn and Randy work on many of the volunteer group's educational activities, such as their River Camp for kids in August and paddle trips down the rivers.  On this particular weekend, Dawn was headed to the town of Walkerton to set up the MPRA "kids tent" at the Wine and Arts Festival on the banks of the Mattaponi River. Since I was a day ahead of schedule on my walk, I decided to come along and help out. We spent Saturday morning with kiddos, making fish prints with paint on paper and trying to convince them to wear the paper mache fish costume.  Some kids didn't need too much convincing. 

Giving kids something fishy to do at the Wine and Arts Festival.
Dawn was an art teacher in a former life - can you tell
Dawn and her "River Girls" exploring Garnett's Creek.
And I didn't need too much convincing when Dawn and Randy offered for me to stay at their house an extra night.  Their grown up daughter and niece and their families came over for a cookout and playing down in the river.  It was a great time with some wonderful folks!  I also had a chance to hear about some of the work that Dawn and Randy did before their busy retirement.  Dawn Shank worked with Soil and Water Conservation Districts across the state, helped start the Virginia Envirothon competition a couple decades ago which high schoolers still participate in, and helped teachers wrap lessons about watersheds and water quality into their curriculum.  Randy Shank had a long career with the Virginia Tech Extension Service, helping to find solutions to pollution problems such as how to reduce nutrient runoff from golf courses, institutional properties, and other heavy users of fertilizer. He now helps lead the Chesapeake Bay Foundation's Bay Academy, what sounds like an incredible immersion program for school teachers in the summers to learn watershed-related lessons to share with their students.

On Sunday morning (June  I said goodbye to the Shanks and walked toward King and Queen Courthouse, a little further downstream. An unexpected encounter broke up my pace during this stretch of walking. An old man in a pickup truck drove by me very slowly, several times while I talked on the phone. I guess he decided that this person walking down a country road instead of driving was something way too weird, because about half an hour later a sheriff's car pulls up.  The officer said they'd gotten a call about a suspicious individual and he needed to check my ID.  We stopped on the side of the road, he asked me questions and I told him I was probably more worried about that old guy than he should have been of me. Must have been the way I was looking at those rows and rows of corn that made me look dangerous, huh? In some ways, I was surprised that I had managed to go over 300 miles without a cop stopping to ask me questions.  But, I didn't expect it to happen on a quiet back road in King and Queen County.  Must have been a slow crime day.

I spent the evening at a campground on the river and got an early start the next morning to walk toward the mysterious Dragon Run.

Sunrise on the Mattaponi River.

Dock at Rainbow Acres Campground.

Fishing pole someone set up overnight, waiting to be checked.

The Pamunkey River and Indian Reservation


Farmer cutting cover crop, maybe alfafa.



June 7 -- The eastern Tidewater part of state where I have traveled this week is very new to me, and so different from the Blue Ridge mountains and Piedmont pastures that I am used to back home. And that's what has been so fun about this trip - seeing places not so far from home that feel like a world away. 

I walked east out of Hanover County on long back roads through young woods, corn and wheat toward the Pamunkey River. Contrary to what I was expecting, the landscape here is not flat as a pancake.   
Train trestle I used to cross the Pamunkey River.
 I made it to the Pamunkey Indian Reservation where I had gotten permission to visit and pitch a tent at the home of Warren Cook's family. He and his wife, Susan, live right on the river in a special section of backwater and wetland called "the Pocket". Warren and his youngest daughter, Allyn, who lives next door were there when I arrived and treated me so kindly. Allyn had even been cooking dinner for me before I arrived. 
Warren Cook and his daughter Allyn, with the Pamunkey River as their front yard and marker of their cultural homeland.
I was sorry to drop my bag and rush off so quickly after my late arrival, but Garrie Rouse and his daughter Kat with Mattaponi Canoe and Kayak had offered to show me around that section of the river at high tide, around 6:00 when I arrived. Let me just tell you that I can't believe I had never been on the Pamunkey River before. Being out there on that quiet and wide still water among the yellow pond lillies as the sun moved low on the horizon was...breathtaking. The scene was so novel to me. Is this still Virginia in the year 2012?
 
Garrie Rouse shows me flower of yellow pond lilly





We did talk about the past, as Warren, Allyn, and I ate fresh omelets the next morning out in Allyn's great tiki hut beside here house. Warren explained that this is the oldest reservation in the country, established by a treaty with the King of England in the 1600s.  As I understood it, Pamunkey tribal land at that time radiated six miles out from its current center at the Pocket in the river, but was gradually whittled away by white men who started paying taxes on outter portions of the territory until they were eventually granted a deed to that chunk of land.  Approximately 1200 acres makes up the reservation as it is known today.  Before I left after breakfast, Warren took me on a quick drive around the reservation.  It doesn't look too terribly different from the scene on the outside, except that the homes are a little closer together and there are places to gather - a museum and meeting room, a pottery studio, a fish hatchery on the river, and soon to be a picnic pavilion by the river.  And of course there are woods, corn, and wheat. 

Warren Cook, the omelet chef.

Warren makes jewelry. This bracelet shows the symbol of the Pamunkey Tribe.

The school that Warren attended on the reservation as a child, shown in the background.  Because of Segregation, the only school he could attend after 7th grade was the Cherokee school in North Carolina.
 
Photos in the Pamunkey Indian Tribe Museum on the reservation, showing Warren (right) with his father, Chief Tecumseh Cook (center) who lived to be over 100 years old, and his great grandfather George Major Cook also a longtime chief (left).







Henrico County into Hanover County

The more modest homes of the East end of Richmond.
Sorry looking stream near shopping centers in eastern Henrico County.

I have been seeing day lillies in many unexpected places, including all over this field and in the woods.


Chickahominy River



Hanover Tomatoes!

A Peek at the Lower James River

Before leaving Richmond, I had the good fortune to tag along with my friend, Gabe Silver, who is the Education and Outreach Manager for the James River Association.  He and the new Lower James Riverkeeper, Jamie Brunkow, needed to move some boats around down in the tidal portion of the river below Hopewell. I came along for the ride before heading further east.

Jamie Brunkow in his Riverkeeper boat, which he uses to monitor the whole stretch of the tidal James River from Richmond down to the Bay.

Ship headed back out to the ocean, likely coming back from one of the factories or the Port of Richmond.

Gabe Silver, drives JRA's new 45-ft pontoon boat past Westover Plantation where it had been temporarily docked. Gabe, his wife, Sonya, and five others just returned from an 800-mile journey up the Intracoastal Waterway from Florida to bring the pontoon boat to its new home on the James River.  All with a hurricane on their tale.  Read about the wild ride here.

Jamie and Gabe park the new pontoon boat.  It will be used to take local school kids out on the the river to learn about the wonders of the James.

Folks fishing on the James River, just below dowtown Richmond




Visiting the Virginia Capitol and The James River Association

Ta da! Capitol of the Commonwealth.


Lunch with good folks at the James River Association, located in downtown Richmond.


James River Association's sturgeon replica. The real fish wander in the waters of the tidal lower James, downstream of the "fall line" at Richmond. 

Amber Ellis shows off JRA's River Hero Homes flag. This program is for folks who want to reduce runoff from their house and yard by putting in things like rain barrels, rain gardens, and other ways to catch stormwater.

Tubing down the James in Richmond

Tubing on James River above downtown Richmond with Lorne Field who works for Chesterfield County Environmental Engineering. Lorne used to work for the James River Park System in Richmond and was the first person to show me the wonder of the downtown portion of the river back when I lived in the city in 2007/2008.    



Interviewing Ralph White.....King of the James River Park system.  Ralph has dedicated a huge amount of energy to making the river in downtown Richmond accessible for recreation. The river park downtown with its trails, rocks, rapids and pools really is a remarkable treasure for Richmonders and Virginians everywhere.  Ralph retires this coming January, but I have a feeling he will still be instrumental in helping make the park even bigger and better than it is now.

River Road to West end of Richmond

Lots and lots of fancy houses along River Road outside Richmond's west end.



Pretty row houses in the Museum District of Richmond.

My friend Elizabeth and I visited the Greek Festival when I arrived in Richmond. Very Virginia, I know.