Swallows And Jam 04/25/19

Byrd’s Branch Campground, Elkin, North Carolina

Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation.  The spirit is willing, but the body is weak. ~ Mark 14:38

Good morning!
Today we have a neighbor . . .
Lost our view. : (

The town of Elkin was named after the Elkin River, now known as the Elkin Creek, first identified on the 1770 North Carolina map drawn by John Colet. Settlers began moving to the area around 1752. One early resident, David Allen operated an iron works along the Elkin Creek as early as 1776. This is the first documented industry in the area, and was frequented by the Moravians from Salem in Forsyth County. Richard Gwyn, referred to as Elkin’s founding father, moved to the north side of the Yadkin River from Jonesville in 1840. He built a gristmill along the Elkin Creek where the Elkin Public Library is now located. In 1847 he built an addition to the mill to house a small cotton mill and established the Elkin Manufacturing Company. Around 1950 he built a small one-room schoolhouse to serve as the community church and school. This structure survives today and is the oldest school and church in Surry County. In the last few months of the Civil War, Major General George Stoneman and his raiders passed through Elkin in April 1865 during his destructive raid through Western North Carolina and Virginia.

In May 1872, the towns of Elkin and Jonesville were connected for the first time by a bridge. A covered bridge with a span of 210 feet was built by a Mr. Lindsey from New England and was said to be the longest wooden suspension bridge in the world at that time. It initially operated as a toll bridge but was later purchased by Surry and Yadkin counties and operated freely. It was replaced in 1913 with a steel structure.

In 1877, the Elkin Valley Woolen Mill was established by Alexander Chatham and Thomas L. Gwyn about one mile further up the creek from the cotton mill. The original dam that provided water power for this mill can be viewed from the Elkin Valley Trail leading north from the Elkin Municipal park. In 1890, Mr. Chatham became the sole owner of the woolen mill and the name was changed to Chatham Manufacturing Company. In 1893, Chatham moved the mill from this site to a location east of town alongside the new railroad that came to Elkin in 1890. Chatham Manufacturing eventually would become one of the largest blanket manufacturers in the world, producing millions of blankets for our armed forces during both WWI and WWII.

Officially charted in 1889, Elkin continued to grow alongside it’s major industries of textiles, furniture, shoes, veneer, and locust pins and brackets. The first major newspaper published was the Elkin Times, begun in 1892 by R.L. Hubbard and John Roth. It eventually gave way to its competitor, The Elkin Tribune, which was started in 1911 by W.E. and H.G. Nichols and is still in business today. On July 4, 1911, Elkin celebrated the official opening of the Elkin and Alleghany Railway, a now abandoned railway whose goal was to reach Sparta and beyond. It never made it beyond the foot of the mountain below the community of Roaring Gap. However, today the first two miles of the railroad bed have been made into a wonderful multi-use trail by the Elkin Valley Trails Association.

Today downtown Elkin is listed in the National Register of Historic Places and is known for its quality schools and a first-class hospital. Located adjacent to Interstate 77 and minutes from the Blue Ridge Parkway, centrally located to the regions many wineries, Stone Mountain State Park and Pilot Mountain State Park, downtown Elkin is a destination affectionately known as the “best little town in North Carolina.” ~ taken from downtownelkin.com

And that’s probably more than you want to know about the small town of Elkin, North Carolina . . .

We drove into town today.  They have a 2-mile round trip trail here, besides walking the historic downtown.  We thought we would be walking around town (which we did) and on a paved trail, but the in-town trail was tiny loose stones instead which are not great with sandals, but we made it work.

This is the trail.
And a few sights along the way.
They also have a bunch of information boards up, but don’t worry – – I didn’t photograph ’em all. : )
It’s a bit hilly here . . .

It threatened to spit on us, but other than a few drops which caused us to take cover under the library entrance, it was just cloudy.

Something to read to pass the time until the drops stopped. : )
The trail actually ended up taking us to downtown.
This was interesting. : )
Here’s one like you usually see – – except it has directions to some really unique places! : )
This and the next three pictures are from the now closed textile mill that was here for about 100 years. Later in the day, we ran across some information boards that told us about it. For your convenience, I’ll include those pictures now. Or maybe I should wait to build the suspense . . .
All that’s left of the bridge.
When’s the last time you saw a street sign like that?
Hmmm . . .
Someone tore down whatever was between these two buildings.
The train’s coming through town!
Isn’t that a beautiful mural?
We’re done with downtown, and back on the tiny rock trail.
But maybe we shouldn’t be . . . . Yikes!
Someone built a memorial rain shelter. Nice!
We liked this sculpture made of railroad ties, etc.
Once we got to the other side though, the placard was pretty new-agey about peace stuff.
Just enjoy the art without the explanation. : )
This is the entrance to the mountain bike trail. Looks challenging already!
These flowers were really small – about the size of an index finger nail bed.
They were on this bush – and there were a lot of bushes – and they smelled heavenly!!
Kinda like honeysuckle!
These are brand new umbrella trees.
I have a picture of a more mature one later on,
but if these were all the way open, you’d definitely see how they got their name! : )
We drove over that bridge to get to the start of the trail.
Ok. So.
There’s a reason for this picture.
We kept seeing dozens of swallows flitting about,
so we stopped to see what they were up to.
They were making nests! All around each of the bridge supports!
They’d fly down to that river bank and collect mud. The pair of birds scoops up the mud in their beaks, then drops it in row after row until the nest is complete. They take breaks every so often to let the mud dry before adding more. Now you tell me – – what does any of that have to do with the evolution theory that once upon a time these birds crawled up out of the ocean? Crazy talk!
Only a Creator God could design something like this and instill it into these specific birds.
If not, then why don’t all birds do this? Or why don’t they make stick nests?
Someone made this little scene by the trail. Cute!
And the water dripping in to the pan made a lovely sound!

Not sure why this is here, but it was fun to play with, and very loud! : )

Can you believe I captured this great picture of swallowtail butterflies?!?!?

And a video too!

Another one! This time it was my turn to make some noise!
End of the line . . .
I don’t know where Blaine thinks he’s going, but I’m turning around.
The umbrella tree
I caved an took a picture of this piece of artwork on the trail.
You can read the description in the next picture if you’re into that kind of thing. : )
I stopped a local woman and asked how to get to the river here.
She looked at me kinda funny, but then told us.
I guess this is why she hesitated . . .
Not very attractive, is it?

Blaine had seen an ad somewhere about a free jam session at 5:30pm hosted by the theater, which meant an early dinner for us.  There was much research and debate that went on over where to eat.  It’s not often we can’t decide, but our decision was eventually made for us as we narrowed it down to two places and one didn’t open for another half hour.

Mazzini’s Italian Restaurant was delicious!  Housed in an old Hardee’s for the past 14 years, the ambiance wasn’t the most elegant, but the food and service were terrific!

We made it to the theater by 5:30 and discovered they serve food and drinks here, but since we’d just stuffed ourselves, we just took up a table and contributed nothing to their coffers.  Although the five musicians seemed to be present, they didn’t start any type of music until at least 5:45, and then proceeded to play the exact same song three times in a row with long breaks in between.  After the third time, we left.  We think maybe it was their practice time?  Regardless, it was nothing like what we were expecting.  We’d been anticipating something along the lines of the one we came across at Flagler Beach, where people showed up with their instruments and one of them named a song and they all joined in.

We’re waiting . . .
Getting started . . .

Ah well.  It was still a wonderful day full of surprises! 

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