While I’ve been by this area on the way to somewhere, it was unfamiliar, but spring was coming and I knew that I could cycle from my front door. The Airbnb seemed interesting - a cottage on a horse farm - with human contact only on an “as needed” basis. Now though, my only regret with not being able to talk to everyone is a lack of local history and how it has remained so undeveloped.
In the mid-19th century, Franktown was a point along the stagecoach route between Wilmington, Delaware and Eastville, Virginia. Today, it’s an unincorporated community in Northampton County, which has a population of just over 12,000. The former name of the County was Accomac Shire, and it’s one of the original eight shires of Virginia after the founding of the first settlement at Jamestown in 1607. The name was changed in 1642 to Northampton County by the English to eliminate "heathen" names in the New World, and eventually was split into two counties that exist today -- Accomack and Northampton.
So, March has been quite lovely here. I’ve spent time with two friends outdoors, read many books, worked very little, regrouped and repacked, been fully VAXed, and now after more than a year, I’ll be returning to tent life for 10 days in North Carolina. It’s time to cautiously travel again.