I took a quick bike ride this morning (on a very small bike!) and rode out to the ruin of the original farm house from this property back when tobacco was grown here. There are a few small cabins where slaves who worked in the fields used to live. From the hilltop where the ruin is, I could see out across the Rhode River, shimmering in the sunlight. As I climbed back down to the road where I left my bike, I stopped to wonder at some monstrous roots erupting from the hillside!