After we left the Seaford Museum, our appetites peaked for more of Delmarva's rich cultural history, we made our way to the Days Gone By Museum in Woodland, Delaware.

With five miles of road and trees ahead of us, we took off from our car parked in front of the post office turned museum and headed out. The sky was open, not a cloud in sight and the heat was dry-- the makings of magnificent ride. As we peddled we took in the lush surrounding, made greener by the deluge of rain in the previous weeks.

We talked about what we had just learned about at the Seaford, and what we expected in this next museum, oddly tucked away in the backyard of one Mr. Jack Knowles.

After a few turns, a golf course and the once DuPont factory, we found ourselves somewhere in Woodland, however, unsure where exactly we had landed. Our speed slowed to a creep; the velocity at which bike riding becomes more of a balancing act than an endurance sport. Perhaps we were lost, but our fancy devices we call iPhones were unusable out here on these back roads. We were at the mercy of a stranger, if any could be found, to direct us the rest of the way.

As we sat in the road, trying to gain some signal, a gentleman of the most gentle demeanor stepped out from the near by house.

"Excuse me Sir, but do you know where the Days Gone By Museum is?" "You're at it."

It's not that we missed the billboard, or the flashing lights showing the way, but rather there was simply nothing to show the way.

So, with the help of our dumb luck, Jack Knowles scooped us off the side of the road, out of our confusion, and led us into his backyard and into his garage museum.

Inside, withstanding air conditioning, there was everything you could want to find in a unique offset place. Heirlooms from his family's 200-year history in Woodland hung proudly from the walls - pictures of his shad fishing days, as well as the history of the Woodland Ferry and much more. His old man's tools sat like treasures behind glass. The wonderful, interesting history of the whole town seemed to shine through the artifacts held in this garage.

Next, we took to his second "exhibit": his tractors and shad boat. Walking across the yard, with his 18 year-old pup following slowly behind, we discussed what had happened in town over the years; the expansion of the ferry, the graveyard holding so much of the towns past, and other important events and places.

The other garage held his more mobile possessions: three restored tractors, as red as childhood toy, each one of them with a story and passion behind them. Then his shad boat, sitting quietly and still in the middle of the room. He told tales of the town's shad fishing days; the abundance and then the decline of the fish, his voice carrying you away to a different time.

Walking back to our bikes, after some crisp cold water to help with the heat of the day, we said our goodbyes and mounted back on our bikes. Melanie and I giggled on our 5-mile trek back to our cars, talking about the uniqueness and utter spectacle of our last stop. Through eyes of nearly one family, we were able to completely feel the history of a small town situated quietly on the steadily flowing Nantitoke River.

Pro tip: Jack doesn't do the whole online thing, so pay him a visit at 4841 Woodland Ferry Road, Seaford, Delaware.