Warwick Road (Chesterfield County) - Historical Path From 18th Century Port Town

Historical Path From 18th Century Port Town

Warwick Road originated at its namesake, the former 18th century port town of Warwick which was located near the confluence of Falling Creek and the James River. Established around 1750 by Archibald Cary, Warwick was destroyed in 1781 by British General Benedict Arnold's troops during the American Revolutionary War.

For more details on this topic, see Warwick, Virginia (Chesterfield County).

The 18th century roadway called "The Warwick Road" led through what is now the large DuPont Plant in Chesterfield County, crossed into areas of Chesterfield annexed by Richmond in 1944 and 1970 which are now part of South Richmond and returned into Chesterfield County in what is now the Bon Air, Virginia area. There, it intersected what was called the River Road, which ran closely along the south bank in a westerly direction. The Warwick Road and the River Road in combination formed a portage from the deep water tidal James River around the falls, rapids, and dams near Manchester and Richmond to the river west of the there, where it is more shallow. The upper James River was navigable with craft such as bateau boats for many miles to the west.

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