Kingstowne features a variety of neighborhoods with different housing options, including townhouses, condos and single family residences. Locally this area is serviced by the Kingstowne shopping center. Right after the shopping center there is a trail that goes along a man made lake and leads directly to a neighborhood. Geese can be seen in the lake and on the trail.
Along the trail there is a gazebo that offers seating and a view. The trail is paved and can support most bikes. On the weekends the trail is used by runners. This is a great place to get out and get some exercise at.
From this angle the paved trail stretches out next to the road
The surrounding trees provide shade
A close-up of the geese
The trail is right next to a man made lake
Geese cross the path
A neighborhood is located across from the man made lake
Woodmark is a community located in Woodbridge, VA, in Prince William County. Its situated right off of Old bridge Road. The townhouses look about mid-sized, maybe a little smaller. The homes are so diverse looking, with many different styles and colors. The streets are wide enough for extra parking on the side of the road. The up-keep of the community is pretty decent. Belmont Bay is also located very close to I-95, route 1, and route 123, making commuting at least a little easier.The appearance of the homes isn't very attractive on the outside but the neighborhood seems to be pretty quiet and pleasant overall.
It’s important to pay attention to all the information you have available to you because it will help you avoid unpleasant surprises down the road.
Be sure to ask questions about the property before buying. Some questions you might want to ask the current owner and/or yourself include:
What kind of development plans are in the works for this neighborhood?
Is there a chance that a highway will be built in the home’s backyard five years from now?
Is this street likely to become a major street or a popular rush-hour shortcut?
Here's a map of homes for sale at Belmont Bay.
The Condominiums of Belmont Bay is conveniently accessible to the VRE Station, the Woodbridge Park and Ride including Fort Belvoir, Pentagon and Quantico.
Del Ray in Alexandria features a luxurious boutique condominium built by neighborhood resident Brian Thomas. And with the help of local architect Gavier Nichols and landscape designer Linda Hostetler, The Mosby became a successful creation out of a simple single family house. The Mosby was actually an old single family house that was turned into a boarding house and then abandoned after a number of subsequent owners.
The Mosby was actually named after a 120lb Golden Retriever a popular neighborhood fixture and most of all, Brian Thomas’ faithful companion.
The Mosby consists of the 3 units in the main level and 1 unit - the Penthouse.
Main Level:
3 units on the main level
Each have their own garage
Smallest unit is 1,550 square feet in floor space
Large Pergola covered deck
Small side patio
Private back porch
Penthouse or the 4th Level:
Without a garage, but with on site parking
2,300 sq feet in floor space
Vaulted ceilings
2 master suites
Large windows on all 4 walls
The original house was taken apart by hand and thus preserved the original hardwood flooring and cast iron claw foot tubs. The basement was dug out by hand as well. A formal garden also graces the landscaping of The Mosby Condominiums. With box woods, white hydrangeas and lovely white roses.
A flagstone walk along with stone pillars of the front of the building offers a warm welcome to owners and visitors. A large Japanese maple at the corner of Mt. Vernon and Alexandria Ave compliments the structure.
The Lyon Park Woman's Club was established in 1925 and historically functioned like a traditional woman's club, supporting various charities. Currently, its a neighborhood societal club and members engage in activities that support the Lyon Park Community Center. The Woman's Club sponsors several community events. For example, the club held a fresh produce sale around Thanksgiving.
LPWC sponsors the annual Lyon Park Yard Sale, and has had several very successful bake sales. For information about the Woman's Club and it's activities check here.
They Lyon Park Woman's Club meets together socially and engages in activities supporting the Lyon Park Community Center and Park. It has held a fresh produce sale around Thanksgiving, sponsors the annual Lyon Park Yard Sale, and has had several very successful bake sales. For information about the Woman's Club or its activities, contact Jeannette Wick (email: newsedads (at) lyonparkcitizens.org, phone 703-524-8531).
Although its name implies the group is for women, men are also welcome. And some members live outside Lyon Park, making the Woman's Club a way for nonresidents who have an interest in the Community Center and Park to get involved. Pot-luck lunch meetings are scheduled on the 4th Tuesday of each month at noon, from September to May.
The Lyon Park neighborhood has three parks within its boundaries. The Lyon Park parkground is located on North Pershing Drive between North Fillmore and North Garfield Streets. The community has supported the Park as a small children's playground and has maintained its charming character as such. The park is designated as dog-free.
The Park and the Community House are also host to a number of community-oriented entertainment events during the year, which help to give Lyon Park its distinctive feel as a cohesive neighborhood. Clay Park, located within Lyon Park on N. 7th Street between North Highland and North Garfield Streets, is owned and maintained by the County. It has a gazebo, a school-age playground, and an outdoor basketball court. Fillmore Park is located off North Fillmore Street between the Long Branch Elementary School and the County bike path and is also a County park. It has picnic tables, a school-age playground, and a youth baseball field.
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A new study contends that only 39 percent of U.S. communities are affordable for typical households when the cost of transportation is included in the calculation of housing costs.
The Center for Neighborhood Technology analyzed the Housing + Transportation Affordability Index, which examined 161,000 neighborhoods housing 80 percent of the U.S. population, and concluded that for most families, transportation is the second-largest household expense.
It is also a fairly unmanageable one, the study concluded, because it is difficult for families to estimate the full cost of a location before they move there. Gas prices and employment demands aren’t very predictable for many.
Factors that can help people control transportation costs include walkable neighborhood streets, access to public transit, and nearby retail.
Source: Center for Neighborhood Technology (03/23/2010)
When I was a youngster baseball was impossible in our suburban neighborhood. Hardballs and windows are a bad combination. From time to time, we played wiffle ball (often with a paper and tape ball), but almost every day we played football. We played football in the front yard, in the back yard, in the street and in the school yard. We played football almost any where you could find a level patch of ground.
To look at my stomach now you might not guess it, but I was pretty dern quick in those days. Or as my brother once said at a football game in our twenties, "You were never as fast as you used to be."
Although I was a Redskin fan, my favorite player was Fran Tarkenton the scrambling quarterback. Like Fran Tarkenton I used my fleet feet and threw the ball. Each time I scored a touchdown or made a gain, I got a little better in my mind. Eventually, I began to think of myself as the total package. No one could tackle me in the open field. No one
... or so I thought.
The pinnacle of my arrogance came one day when I challenged the entire neighborhood to a game of football.
"That's right. On one side, it's me. On the other team are all you losers."
A couple of my Facebook buddies, including my brother Eric and Chuck S., were there that day, though perhaps they don't remember the day as well as I do. They started by kicking the ball off to me. I caught the ball and started down field. A half-dozen redneck children and a black kid charged downfield at me. I gave a limp leg here and a stiff arm there, spin move and then a leap, but ended up under a pile of kids.
No worries, four downs to get that ball in there. I stood at the line of scrimmage and was already realizing a number of life's most valuable lessons.
On one side of the line of scrimmage was me, all by myself. On the other side of the line of scrimmage were friends and neighbors and my younger brother---all of them grinning. I looked left and right. No blockers. No receivers. I barked out a snap count to ... myself and took off.
They buried me.
A game of backyard football
Okay. Same play, but this time, I'll run left.
They buried me.
A third time they buried me. "Well, I guess I'll have to punt?" A couple of them dropped back to catch the punt.
I snapped the ball ... to myself but it was a fake punt! "Take that losers! Open field here I come."
They buried me again. After turning the ball over on downs, I had to face them on defense.
My friend Chuck wasn't much a football strategist. He was more of an elbow in the gut when he tackled you kind of player rather than a finger in the dust tactician. But even Chuck spotted the small flaw in my defensive strategy. "Who are you going to cover?"
Life is a better teacher than any classroom. I learned a valuable lesson about arrogance, but more importantly I learned that it doesn't matter how good you think you are ... you still need a team.
When I was a youngster baseball was impossible in our suburban neighborhood. Hardballs and windows are a bad combination. From time to time, we played wiffle ball (often with a paper and tape ball), but almost every day we played football. We played football in the front yard, in the back yard, in the street and in the school yard. We played football almost any where you could find a level patch of ground.
To look at my stomach now you might not guess it, but I was pretty dern quick in those days. Or as my brother once said at a football game in our twenties, "You were never as fast as you used to be."
Although I was a Redskin fan, my favorite player was Fran Tarkenton the scrambling quarterback. Like Fran Tarkenton I used my fleet feet and threw the ball. Each time I scored a touchdown or made a gain, I got a little better in my mind. Eventually, I began to think of myself as the total package. No one could tackle me in the open field. No one
... or so I thought.
The pinnacle of my arrogance came one day when I challenged the entire neighborhood to a game of football.
"That's right. On one side, it's me. On the other team are all you losers."
A couple of my Facebook buddies, including my brother Eric and Chuck S., were there that day, though perhaps they don't remember the day as well as I do. They started by kicking the ball off to me. I caught the ball and started down field. A half-dozen redneck children and a black kid charged downfield at me. I gave a limp leg here and a stiff arm there, spin move and then a leap, but ended up under a pile of kids.
No worries, four downs to get that ball in there. I stood at the line of scrimmage and was already realizing a number of life's most valuable lessons.
On one side of the line of scrimmage was me, all by myself. On the other side of the line of scrimmage were friends and neighbors and my younger brother---all of them grinning. I looked left and right. No blockers. No receivers. I barked out a snap count to ... myself and took off.
They buried me.
