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BY WAYNE F. BALDWIN
Rappahannock News
Contributing Writer
On Wednesday, Oct. 14 I received a phone call from Dinah Watkins Widmer, daughter of our late cousin, Mick Beam Watkins of Spokane/Wenatchee, Washington. Dinah and her husband, Woody had been traveling across the states ever since the 31st of August in their RV.
As of Wednesday they were in a RV park in Spotsylvania County, having a couple of days before arrived and spent time with some friends touring Washington, D.C. Now, they were anxious to met some of the cousins they’d heard their mother speak of. Dinah’s siblings Zeke, Yvonne, and Linda had been here in 1997 spending several days with their kin and staying at Johnson cabin in Old Hollow.
Friday the 16 th the Widmers were going to Luray to visit with Robert and Stella Johnson. Besides, Friday wasn’t good for me to meet them as I had to pick up my mother from work, then spend the night with my grandparents. So we planned to meet at my favorite spot in Sperryville, the Appetite Repair Shop, at ten o’clock on Saturday. In the meantime I called Sally Keyser and asked her to come join us.
When we met Dinah said that Robert and Stella would be joining us but not until about 12:30. We also read the notice that we wouldn’t be able to dine until 11 a.m., so we planned to go visit with my grandmother, a favorite of cousin Mick’s cousins, and then come back to meet the Johnsons. Sally went home to change clothes, as it was also determined that we would indeed hike to the old George Washington Beahm place on Pignut Mountain. After the visit with grandmother, we all gathered back at Sperryville, deciding now to grab a bite to eat elsewhere due to Appetite Repair Shop being filled to capacity. We took our sandwiches and drinks back to the Johnson Cabin in Old Hollow and enjoyed it al fresco. Time was a movin’ on, so at 2 p.m. we, those of us who were to make the hike (Dinah, Woody, Sally, Robert and me) piled in the jeep and headed up the hollow to Pickeral Ridge Road.
Expecting about an hour to hike up and another down, we did not expect the going to be quite as rough as it turned out. Since hurricane Fran a few years ago, many large old trees had been downed, therefore, letting in more sun light to the undergrowth which new stretched and strained against each other for head room toward the sky, making a passage not a little difficult due to its density.
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