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Finally, we emerged onto Route 301 and VA-2 North. We followed 2 North through several small towns and some really tough hills. The Beast lit up when we were about 10 miles south of Fredericksburg because she saw a sign for the Stonewall Jackson Shrine. It was 6 miles round trip off our path but she desperately wanted to go. We obliged and took a beautiful ride through the country side to the National Park Service Stonewall Jackson Shrine.
The Beast filled us in on the details of how Thomas (he hated the nickname “Stonewall”) Jackson was accidentally shot in the arm by one of his own soldiers in the dark. His arm had to be amputated and as he recuperated in the house at the National Park location, he succumbed to pneumonia and died there. The Beast knew all the details, completed the Junior Ranger test and was awarded a NPS pin for her participation. The Beast was pleased that the place her beloved Stonewall Jackson died was a peaceful and beautiful place.
We returned to our original route and rode into Fredericksburg. We stopped at the Visitor Center and explained that we only had a few hours in town, and inquired what should we “not miss” while in town. The visitor center attendant shocked us when she said, “there’s really not much to see. All the museums are closed today, the trolley doesn’t run any more … you can check out the shops downtown.” HUH?? This is one of the most historical places in our country and the Visitor Center couldn’t direct us to anything but shopping??
We decided to focus on getting a hotel room nearby and possibly exploring on our own Sunday morning. We found a Quality Inn that agreed to give us a discount and had a ground floor room available to accommodate the bikes. We put the address into our GPS device and not surprisingly, it was almost a completely uphill climb to the hotel. About midway there, I pulled a muscle in my right calf and Frankenbutt complained that his thighs were burning. The Beast complained that the top of her feet were sore.
Once we got the room, I started pulling laundry together to do and Frankenbutt took orders for dinner and then picked it up at the nearby Wawa. On the way back, he saw a fellow cyclist checking into the hotel and found out he’s riding from Los Angeles to New York. They chatted for a while and both agreed that there are quite a few other cyclists pursuing long distance trips right now.
That’s all for tonight!