A drive through familiar territory and a voyage to Scotland onboard a ferry. That’s how I discovered some new angles to the Historic Triangle. Everyone takes visiting family and friends to Williamsburg, Yorktown and Jamestown, but I prefer to take them further afield. We start with the scenic journey along one of the most beautiful vistas in our area. The Colonial Parkway winds alongside the York and James rivers, exposing sights that once tempted our forefathers to drop anchor and linger. Bits of riverbank, sandy mini beaches, shallow marshes and wide expanses of water surface, wink by with every bend of the road.
Finally, on a spit of property jutting from the riverbank, we spy our waiting ferry. We follow the hand gestures of the ferry workers who press vehicles into every available inch of deck space. Setting the emergency brake and squeezing through the tightly packed cars, we stroll to the front of the metal gated front of The Williamsburg, where gulls and cormorants entreat us to throw any morsel their way. With a thudding engine and lapping movement we begin our crossing. The river breeze blows our hair askew as we watch the reproductions of the Godspeed, Susan Constant and Discovery recede along with the Jamestown Island shoreline. Ahead we can see the other ferry The Pocahontas or maybe The Surry sailing from the opposite shore. We pass midstream and our ferry whistles a greeting. We spot no kilts or highlands when we arrive in Scotland, and our familiar ferry workers gesture us from our river transport.