My husband, Scott, and I shop in Culpeper once a week. The drive back home is pretty ho-hum until we leave Woodville and follow the gently rolling road that leads into Sperryville. In all seasons, and at any time of day or evening, the view is one I would put against any in the world: The valley opening up and displaying its full glory to the lucky traveler.
Sir Arthur Fremantle, a British military observer writing in 1863, called it “magnificent.”
I can’t state this too strongly: Please don’t even entertain the notion of spoiling this historic site, this God-gift, with the monstrous ugliness of a 199-foot cell tower.