Honeyville, Virginia, the little village that time forgot, lies
midway down the beautiful Shenandoah Valley. With grand views of
the Blue Ridge Mountains to the east, and the Massanutton to the
west, there is no more delightful spot to be found in Virginia.
A stone's throw from the south fork of the Shenandoah River, and
the Columbia Bridge, Honeyville rests amid rich and rolling hills
that are founded upon the limestone knees of the mountains. It takes
its name from Honey Run, a cool, clear mountain stream that flows
down the hollow south of the Honey Run trestle, where the Shenandoah
Railroad crosses between the hollows of Doval Mountain. The water
of the stream, like the mountain air, is crisp and clean upon the
tongue. The old folks say that Honey Run was named for the “honey
dew” that often hung on the trees in the mountains at certain
times of year.