Waxing Crescent Moon
The next segment of the C&O has a washout so there is a short detour that takes you away from the Potomac. No big deal, but since I would have to deviate from the path anyway, I decided to do it good.
Leaving Shepherdstown, I walked toward Sharpsburg and Antietam to see the National Parks Service battlefield memorial. I wanted to pay my respects to the 23,000 souls who perished there in 1862. The details of the battle don’t interest me. I just wanted to be there and soak it all in.
It was sad, of course, but I’m glad I went. I walked away thirsty for more knowledge about why why why this happened.
Antietam the town has preserved its heritage well. I am a big fan of rock work which is displayed both in town and in the surrounding area.
A local proprietress welcomed me into her store with that legendary southern hospitality, even though we were on the Union side of the Mason Dixon line. Ain’t she cute?
She regaled me with some ghost stories. Some town people have seen spirit soldiers passing through walls. Hoo Lord, I’m glad I don’t have that talent.
The day grew warm, in the low 80s, so I asked for permission at a country Lutheran church to sit in the shade to rest and eat my lunch.
I also saw another one of those crystal ball lawn ornament things. Wonder if they have any connection to the poltergeist sitings?
Late in the 18-mile day, I trudged into Williamsport MD. All I could think of was food when all of a sudden, out of the ether, appeared the one, the only, the pinnacle of the American culinary experience. OH THANK GOD!
Peace, Love, Scattered, Smothered, and Covered,
P.S. The fry cook’s name was Lala. I swear. Lala.