A schloss in Roanoke |
Parked by the rail tracks |
I arrived late on a Sunday evening, always a strange time to
enter a new place in a taxicab through the darkness from the airport.
The name Roanoke
is said to have originated from a Native American word for shell
"money" and probably of more value then than bit coins are today.
The Roanoke River passes through the city and cuts its way
through the Blue Ridge Mountains; each morning I saw their peaks from my
bedroom window. The area was an important hub of trails and roads. The Great
Indian Warpath, which later became the Great Wagon Road, passed through.
New dawn and the Blue Ridge Mountains |
Each hour trains whistle and groan their way through the
heart of the city carrying freight, there has been no passenger service since
1979. I watched these long lines of carriages
and cars trundle, through seemingly for five or ten minutes before the end of
the train finally disappeared.
Once my work was done I headed out, early Thursday evening,
riding with a colleague in his white Ford pickup truck up to another part of
Virginia, Fredericksburg.
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