exploring
Weekend Retreat
I had a bit of a getaway last weekend, as my church and choir had a retreat up in the mountains. I made a day of the trip up there and stopped at the Virginia Museum of the Civil War, which is at the New Market battlefield. The museum is a bit weird. It’s run by the Virginia Military Institute, as VMI cadets played a role in the battle and a number died there, and it’s all very Lost Cause, with the focus on glory and valor, etc., and no mention of what they were actually fighting about. There was a film that showed what led up to the battle, the battle itself, and the aftermath, and the one section that acknowledged slavery was a thing seemed to have been edited. In the part showing how the people nearby were preparing for the battle that was going to take place around them, it showed the locals hiding valuables and taking shelter in basements, but then it showed an enslaved woman seeing the Union soldiers approaching, smiling and running, then it showed a really racist cartoon of a man reading the Emancipation Proclamation and a picture of Abraham Lincoln, but with no narration saying anything about these things (the rest of the film had narration explaining everything).
They preserved the farm where the battle took place, and I walked around the farm buildings and house, which were interesting in their own right. The battlefield was just a field, though it did give some sense of the scale. There was a walking trail going around all the key points in the battle, but it was pretty hot so I went back inside to look at the museum. Inside the museum, the exhibits mentioning anything to do with slavery or Black people were “under construction” with the explanatory plaques or photos missing (and those were the only ones that were being reworked, so it felt pretty deliberate). I left the museum angry and didn’t want to show up feeling that way at the retreat, so I stopped at a local potato chip factory I remembered being nearby. I missed getting to see the chips being made because they’d already stopped for the day, but they loaded me up with samples of all their flavors to try. I ended up buying some of the seasonal flavor they were only selling at the factory and a couple of other bags to bring to the retreat (and then there were so many snacks I never got them out, so now I have the Strategic Potato Chip Reserve).

As for the retreat, it was held in a place that used to be a Victorian spa resort. The main building was an old hotel that looked like something out of Somewhere in Time. My room was in another old hotel that was built in 1855. When I was out on the balconies with the rocking chairs and Adirondack chairs, I felt like I should be wearing a white dress and carrying a parasol. Inside was rather more spartan, since it is a religious retreat center. I spent most of the weekend doing choir rehearsals, but I did get to hike up the mountain (it’s the Appalachians, so it was just walking up a trail, not actual mountain climbing), and I got a short hike in the woods. We had campfires both nights. One night, the kids got really excited about toasting marshmallows and making s’mores, so the adults had s’mores chefs serving us. There were huge meals in the dining hall and I met a lot of interesting people, as well as getting to know the people I already knew better.

I took the back roads home, so I got to do some fun mountain driving and saw some spectacular scenery, though there were some nervous moments because the road wasn’t labeled and I thought I’d made a wrong turn, and I was in an area with no cell signal, so my map barely worked (fortunately, I’d brought up the map while I had access to wifi in the main building, so I did have a map. I just didn’t have directions). I knew from my car’s compass that I was heading in the right direction, and I made it to the road I knew. When I got home and checked the map, I found that I’d been on the road I wanted to be on. The fall colors are starting to come out, so it looked like fall even though it was warm in the afternoons.

I shouldn’t have been too tired, since I went to bed at my usual time, but I was exhausted when I got home. I imagine it’s introvert drain. I’ve been very antisocial this whole week, which is helping.
I’m currently editing the fourth Rydding Village book, the pass when I read it out loud and make sure the words work. But when this book is done, I’ll be spending October doing a lot more driving around and looking at scenery.