Crossing Paths

Nature and history intersect at Crossroads Inn

EARLIER THIS SUMMER, my soul craved Virginia’s generous woods and two-lane roads, its broken barns and historic homes. So, in June, my partner and I hit the road. We stopped in Richmond, then made our way northwest toward the Shenandoah Valley’s swelling Blue Ridge. Charlottesville was our camp for two days before an overnight at a special place—Crossro…