By George

On April 27, 2016 · 1 Comments

What were the odds of seeing Twelve Mile Circle visitors from George, South Africa and George, Washington, USA on the same day? I found the coincidence fascinating. The city of George in Washington was, of course, named for George Washington. That other George in South Africa’s Western Cape Province, I suspected, must have been named for one of the several King Georges who ruled Great Britain. Which one though? There were six such kings over a span of more than two centuries. That led me to wonder if I could find a geographic place named for each one of them. I uncovered more than I expected so I had to split the topic into two articles. This post will cover George I, II and III. The next one will discuss George IV, V and VI.

George I (reigned 1714-1727)


King George County Court House
King George County Court House by Jimmy Emerson, DVM on Flickr (cc)

George didn’t become King until he was well into his 50’s upon the death of Queen Anne. He’d been born in Hanover and spent his time as Duke of Brunswick-Lüneburg growing up. There were numerous members of the extended royal family more closely related to Anne that George, however they were all Catholic so they didn’t qualify to succeed her. Being of Protestant faith, the throne came to George, the first king of the House of Hanover. His age pretty much guaranteed that he wouldn’t reign long and it limited the opportunity for places to be named in his honor.

A section of Richmond County in Virginia (referenced in Not the City) became King George County (map) in 1720. The county website confirmed that it was named for George I. That would make sense because its founding happened right in the middle of his reign.

Not much happened in King George County although a future President of the United States, James Madison was born there in 1751. That was impressive although I discovered another person born in the county that interested me even more, a man with the unusual nickname William "Extra Billy" Smith. He had quite a distinguished career, serving in the United States Congress, the Confederate State Congress, the Governor of Virginia both for the United States and for the Confederacy, and as a Major General in the Confederate Army. He tried his luck in California during the Gold Rush and he operated a postal service that ran from Virginia to Georgia. The postal operation earned him his unusual nickname. It seemed that he created a bunch of unnecessary side routes to collect additional fees. Friends and foes alike began to call him "Extra Billy" after authorities discovered his scheme, a name that followed him for life.

I noticed that there’s an Extra Billy’s Smokehouse and Brewery in Midlothian, Virginia. I’ll have to put that on my list of places to visit.


George II (reigned 1727-1760)


Welcome to Georgia
Welcome to Georgia by Paul Hamilton on Flickr (cc)

Next came George II, son of George I, who ruled for a much longer period. A longer reign equaled more opportunities for places named for him, and that’s exactly what I found. The state of Georgia (map) in the United States may have been the most significant. James Oglethorpe founded the Georgia colony in 1733 under a royal charter issued by George II, and it was always a good idea to flatter one’s patron. A beautiful lake in the Adirondacks of New York, sometimes called the Queen of American Lakes, also took his name: Lake George (map). The lake got its name during the era of the French and Indian War when Sir William Johnson occupied the territory and won the Battle of Lake George. The Georgetown neighborhood (map) of Washington, DC, however, may or may may not have been named for George II. It’s founding certainly dated to his reign. Nonetheless the founders and primary land owners were George Beall and George Gordon so those could have inspired the named too.

George II also had a war named for him: King George’s War, (1744–48), the North American campaign of the War of the Austrian Succession.


George III (reigned 1760-1820)


Suite Balcony at Hyatt Regency Oubaii - George, South Africa
Hyatt Regency Oubaii – George, South Africa by TravelingOtter on Flickr (cc)

George II’s son Frederick died before him so the succession went to his grandson, George III who was only 22 years old. George III also lived a very long time. He reigned for nearly sixty years so his name got affixed to lots of places although few of them existed in the United States. He was viewed as an oppressor when the nation fought for its independence so his name may have been expunged. I couldn’t find a single instance although I’m sure some must have survived somewhere.

Elsewhere, however, his named flourished in places across the British Empire. George, the South African city referenced previously was a shining example. George became quite a lovely tourist destination in the Garden Route, wedged between the Outeniqua Mountains and the Indian Ocean. More unlikely was George Town (map), the capital city of the state of Penang in Malaysia. The naming traced to Captain Francis Light who founded a settlement there in 1786 on behalf of the British East India Company.

Other places named for George III included: George Town, Tasmania, Australia; South Georgia Island; Prince George, British Columbia, Canada; Georgetown, Guyana, and undoubtedly many other places too numerous to mention.

Appalachian Loop, Part 6 (Seeing is Believing)

On April 13, 2016 · 4 Comments

I knew I needed to create my own fun when I chose to drive through an area that didn’t cater much to outsiders. The people of Appalachia were friendly and always seemed welcoming, so that wasn’t the issue. Tourism wasn’t a major preoccupation. It didn’t help that my adventure happened at a quiet time of year. Activities focused on the mountains, and I came at mid-March; too late for skiing and too early for hiking, rafting or fishing. I found a backup plan, though. Twelve Mile Circle featured thousands of individual oddities over the years so I turned to my Complete Index for some ideas. I knew I’d enjoy visiting spots that I’d only written about before. This was a golden opportunity. I noticed my path would take me directly past several of them.

Big Ugly


Big Ugly Creek

The whole concept of Big Ugly delighted me as I described these places recently. It created a bit of a chicken-and-egg scenario as I prepared my plans. I knew nothing of Big Ugly until I started investigating my Appalachian trip, which led to the article and the marker on my map, which then led me to an in-person visit. Thus, the mark on the map created an incentive for my visit although it never would have appeared on the map if I hadn’t started planning the route. What a Big Ugly situation!

In that earlier article I’d noted, "Big Ugly had been around for a long time. Internet book searches found results going back to the 1840’s, when West Virginia was still part of Virginia. This wasn’t simply a big ugly creek, it was an old ugly." I’d encountered and failed to penetrate its shrouded history, concluding that "We will probably never know exactly what might have been considered big or ugly to early Nineteenth Century settlers."

It was an amusing situation although not enough for me to adjust my path. I didn’t get to see the Big Ugly Wildlife Management Area or the Big Ugly Community Center at the former site of the Big Ugly Elementary School. Stopping at the sign for Big Ugly Creek Road on U.S. Route 119 (map) was good enough for me. The kids got a good laugh and I got a photo.


Crazy Border Road

Route 119 served as the optimal path between Charleston, West Virginia and Pikeville, Kentucky. A section near Williamson, West Virginia had been high on my list of places to visit ever since I wrote Bridge in a Haystack several years ago. A random search query suggested an anomaly and I uncovered it after many hours of squinting at maps, for more hours than I’d care to admit. The truth was even more interesting than the original query. It began simply as, "only ky bridge that leaves one state, crosses a river, comes back into the same state." In reality — and in a distance of only three miles (five kilometres) — heading south from West Virginia, the road crossed into Kentucky, then into West Virginia, then into Kentucky, back into West Virginia and finally into Kentucky. That was an astounding FIVE border crossings on a single short stretch of road (with four of them occurring in the first two miles).



It was the path of least resistance and it made perfect sense. The Tug Fork, constricted on both sides by mountains, followed a wildly crooked riverbed. The highway, designed for high-speed traffic, needed to follow a straighter route. That forced it to cross the river at various points. The river marked the boundary between the two states, creating multiple border crossings.



Photographs wouldn’t illustrate the point adequately so I reverted to video, a medium I hadn’t tried on 12MC in quite awhile. My videography skills hadn’t improved in the meantime either. I owned a dashboard camera mount and of course I forgot it, leaving it safely at home. I cruised down the highway with a steering wheel in my left hand, a camera in my right, viewing the GPS from the corner of my eye so I could see when I crossed a border, announcing each state as I proceeded, all while driving as safely as possible. I noticed that the video sometimes showed the GPS. It said I was speeding. Just a little bit. Nothing egregious. I knew I’d better confess before someone mentioned it in the comments.

I’ve now visited nearly every geo-oddity listed in that article.


Woodrow Wilson Birthplace


Woodrow Wilson Museum

It might have been a stretch to place the Presidential Birthplaces article on the same list as the others because every single presidential birthplace appeared in it. That created forty-three distinct possibilities, with several of them in Virginia alone. Nonetheless, one of those happened to fall along our direct route, the house in Staunton where Woodrow Wilson was born in 1856 (map). His father served as a Presbyterian minister and the family moved whenever he accepted a new position every few years. In actuality Woodrow Wilson lived in Staunton for a single year before the family moved to Augusta, Georgia. Still, that was enough for Virginia to claim Wilson as a native son deserving a Presidential Library and a Museum. Actually I’ve made his connection to Virginia sound overly tenuous. He did retain longtime connections to the commonwealth even as the family moved, attending Law School at the University of Virginia, and visited Staunton regularly over the years. This was as good a town as any for his library and museum.

I’ve seen other presidential libraries. This one was smaller than the those for more resent presidents although it was well done and certainly worth a visit.


Bath


Bath/Highland County Line

Bath County appeared in Taking a Bath. I didn’t have anything more to say about it because we didn’t stop until we hit the border as we left. The path involved a long day of driving and I wanted to keep moving. We drove past The Homestead mentioned in that earlier article (map), waved, and pressed onward.


Mount Jackson Water Tower


Mount Jackson Tower

I’d driven past the water tower rising next to Interstate 81 at Mount Jackson many times. I’d always been fascinated by its larger-than-life basket of apples hoisted high above the highway (map). It appeared in my article devoted entirely to Eric Henn Murals.

Some artists preferred oil on canvas as their medium. Not Eric Henn. He specialized in marine paint on outdoor structures, creating lifelike designs on water towers, petroleum storage tanks, the sides of brick buildings and anything with a flat vertical surface. Mount Jackson’s apple basked was an Eric Henn creation, painted by hand and replacing a weather-worn vinyl sticker someone else had affixed years earlier. This water tower, Meems Bottom Bridge, and Shenandoah Caverns all fell within a few miles of each other, making it easy to experience all three sites with minimal effort.


User Suggestions

I already mentioned that reader Andy recommended several places for me to visit during the Appalachian Loop, and I made it to two of them: the Pikeville Overlook and Breaks Interstate Park. I hadn’t known about either one of them ahead of time and likely wouldn’t have discovered them on my own, so the suggestions were greatly appreciated. I brought that up to encourage readers to continue posting ideas for my 2016 Travel Plans. I still have trips coming up in the New England states in May and Michigan in July. There’s a good chance that some of your great ideas will make it onto the pages of Twelve Mile Circle!


Appalachian Loop articles:

See Also: The Complete Photo Album on Flickr

Appalachian Loop, Part 1 (The Quest)

On March 27, 2016 · 7 Comments

It began with a simple premise. Finish Virginia. The Commonwealth of Virginia was a particularly difficult journey for County Counters due to its odd configuration of 95 counties and 38 independent cities. It also happened to be my home state. I’d long been irritated that I still hadn’t completed it. I’d chipped away at the 133 different borders that needed to be crossed until I finally got it down to a mere 5 last summer. That’s when I decided I simply needed to hit the road and get it done.

That was the plan, a single weekend of constant driving because of course the residual counties remained at far-flung, inaccessible western edges of the state. Then my wife suggested we could move it from a solo quest to into a family adventure during the kids’ spring break. We could see more of the area in depth and actually enjoy a few places along the way. That was fine with me, we could go to the moon and back for all I cared as long as we hit those five remaining Virginia counties.


Route through Appalachia
The Route Through Appalachia

Thus the route switched from a simple out-and-back to a counterclockwise loop through rugged Appalachian terrain of Maryland, West Virginia, Kentucky and of course Virginia. That allowed me to pick-up some new counties in West Virginia and Kentucky (in blue) in addition to the five in Virginia (in red) as well as revisit some old favorites (in teal). That pushed my total of new captures up to an even dozen.

Still, Virginia remained the true goal so I focused an inordinate attention on the missing five.


Dickenson and Buchanan Counties


Breaks Interstate Park

Dickenson and Buchanan Counties abutted each other about as deep into southwestern Virginia as one could travel. I didn’t know much about either place. Their populations, frankly, surprised me. Many of their towns hugged riverbanks as did their roads — a logical consideration given the steepness and density of surrounding mountains — so maybe those conditions concentrated most of the people along our path. It seemed like a lot more than I expected. Afterwards I checked. Dickenson had 15,000 residents and Buchanan had 25,000 so my perception was correct. Many more people lived there than I would have expected. The area also felt downtrodden. Residents had been fleeing the mountains for the last couple of decades as coal mining jobs continued to disappear.

They were both stunningly beautiful places. We stopped at Breaks Interstate Park, straddling the boundaries of both counties and the Commonwealth of Kentucky.


Craig County


Craig County Public Library

I crossed into Craig County the following day and added it to my list of successful captures. We were in a hurry, in the midst of a long day of driving, and there wasn’t much in the way of "attractions" to be found in Craig other than its winding roads through verdant countryside. A momentary stop at a local convenience store in the center of town, it’s only town, New Castle, offered a brief opportunity to stretch our legs. I noticed the nicest little public library across the road, not much larger than a shed (map). It was open although we kept rolling. When would I ever be able to return a book? I suspected that this might be the one and only time I’d ever get to see Craig County in person. I better take a picture.


Bath and Highland Counties


Bath/Highland County Line

Bath and Highland Counties shared a common border, yet they couldn’t have been more distinct. Bath became one of Virginia’s premiere romantic weekend getaways, only about three hours away from Richmond or Washington. Twelve Mile Circle featured it in Taking a Bath in 2014. The county hosted a number of well-known spas and resorts including The Homestead. We drove through quaint towns, past several golf courses and along opulent country estates with exceptionally manicured lawns. I’m not sure why I’d never managed to touch Bath County before. I’d certainly known a lot of people who stayed at The Homestead.

Then I arrived at the final remaining Virginia county, Highland (map). Of course I had to stop at the border and memorialize this momentous occasion as I finished the state. Everything Bath was, Highland was not, well, except that they were both exceptionally rural. One must really want to see Highland to actually visit it in person because it wasn’t along any easily accessible path that one would normally take. It seemed appropriate that my final county also had Virginia’s smallest population with a little more than two thousand residents where cattle vastly outnumbered people. Highland’s single town, Monterey, had only 150 people living there. Several mountain ridges ran through Highland, cutting it into parallel ribbons of stone and valley. We entered from the south using a valley. We exited to the east — towards the state’s centers of population — on U.S. Highway 250. That was Highland’s major road and it was a difficult, twisting climb. I’m certain that’s why so few people ventured into Highland and why it remained on my list of missing counties until the bitter end.

I finished Virginia. I hadn’t expected much else as I planned the trip. There didn’t seem to be a lot of things to do out there on the looping mountain roads, or so I thought. I’m not sure I’ve ever driven so long without ever encountering a level grade or a straight stretch of roadway before, and never once did I ever encounter an opportunity to put the car on cruise control. However I was wrong about nothing to see. Twelve Mile Circle will shift into travelogue mode for the next several articles as I describe a fascinating journey at the intersection of three states in a corner of Appalachia.


Appalachian Loop articles:

See Also: The Complete Photo Album on Flickr

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