Winter Storm JONAS, Jan. 2016

On the eve of this epic snowstorm, I was posted along the Pamunkey River in the frigid aire. I was out afield, in proximity to historic Grimes Landing and the Piping Tree Ferry in Tidewater, Virginia. I think I thought I heard a colonial dialect as the wind whistled up in the trees. I could hear birds calling, getting ready for the presentation of snow. A few turkey vultures were circling us, waiting for something that wasn't going to happen...at least on my account. My hour isn't near, yet. The Tidewater is forever my second home. I have encountered the epic tales of these waterways that saturate the Chesapeake Bay and the Tidewater area. I forget that water played a strategic tune in colonial America's birth. Boat travel, can you picture the original G.W. boarding a boat to head North for Philly or B-More? I can't imagine the boatmen of the era, those who knew the waterways like it was their blood. Characters who knew nook and crannies like no other. Is there a reference in any history book to these folks?