Your mind’s eye will get a workout at the Petersburg National Battlefield Park. Or it should, because let’s be honest, although it was a consequential place in American history, there’s not much to look at. My mind’s eye took me back to July 30, 1864, when Union troops detonated 8,000 pounds of explosives in a 551-foot-long underground tunnel they’d dug under Confederate … [Read more...] about Exploring Civil War Trails: Touring along General Robert E. Lee’s retreat
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The Devil’s Triangle: Forests, windmills, a spooky prison and the atom bomb
Nestled at the base of the Cumberland Mountains, the Devil’s Triangle awaits. It’s one of those motorcycling routes that will motivate you to rise at dawn and endure a couple of hours on the interstate just to savor this lonesome road’s dramatic twists. A few years ago, a riding companion and I passed through these hills on my way north to the Cumberland Gap. We had little … [Read more...] about The Devil’s Triangle: Forests, windmills, a spooky prison and the atom bomb
Georgia Guidestones: Mysterious monument beckons riders to Georgia field
Know that riding buddy who loves conspiracy theories? Maybe you are that person. If mysteries intrigue you, then follow the backroads south to northeastern Georgia where a strange granite monument sits eerily in a lonely pasture. This controversial assemblage of inscribed slabs sprang from the mind of a mysterious figure who called himself R.C. Christian, a pseudonym. In … [Read more...] about Georgia Guidestones: Mysterious monument beckons riders to Georgia field
The Globe: An over-nighter deep in Pisgah
Sometimes you can just hear the forest calling. My friend Chris Wilcox decided that we should take a little overnight motorcycle camping trip into the Pisgah National Forest. Three riders met in the afternoon at the Blowing Rock Market. We were all riding dual sport motorcycles. I was on my KTM 500, Rick Riddle rode his KTM 690, and Chris pulled in last. He had two armloads of … [Read more...] about The Globe: An over-nighter deep in Pisgah
Sleeping in a treehouse, taming the Dragon
I slayed a dragon and slept in a treehouse,” at least that’s what my T-shirt says. From my perspective, “slayed” seems too strong a word, it felt more like I was chased by a dragon and managed to escape. Not far from the curves of the famous Moonshiner 28 and the Tail of the Dragon lies Robbinsville, North Carolina. To celebrate our anniversary, my wife and I packed both … [Read more...] about Sleeping in a treehouse, taming the Dragon
