We left before dawn Thursday morning and made good time. Our route took us through six states. We were in our third state before we stopped for breakfast and in Pennsylvania already by the time we stopped for lunch. We reached Caledonia State Park, on the western slope of South Mountain, in plenty of time to make camp and dinner before nightfall. We set up our new tent and constructed a shelter over the picnic table with a tarp and some rope tied to trees, with a few spare tent poles to keep the tarp above our heads as we cooked and ate our meals. Desert we made over the campfire. No camping trip is complete without roasted marshmallows when camping with a seven-year-old.
On Friday we drove over the mountain to Gettysburg. We followed the auto tour of the battlefield. For me the highlight of the tour was when we stood on the top of Little Round Top, where the Union forces had arrived in the nick of time to keep the Confederates from taking the high ground that dominated the Union lines, thereby perhaps winning the battle on its second day if they had succeeded. Then we went to the High Water Mark of the Rebellion, where Pickett’s charge briefly broke the Union line, only to be driven back by a counterattack, turning the battle into a Union victory. In my mind’s eye I could see the progress of the battle and almost smell the powder smoke and the blood. I have a better appreciation now of the incredible courage and fortitude shown by both sides.
While I could have explored every corner of the battlefield and stayed there for our entire trip, Maura and Jennifer were both a little tired of military history by mid-afternoon and we decided to spend some time in town. We wandered around the streets of Gettysburg for a while reading historical plaques and doing some shopping. Before we headed back to camp we visited the David Wills House, a museum in the home of the man responsible for creating the Gettysburg National Cemetery, at the dedication of which Lincoln gave the Gettysburg Address. President Lincoln stayed there the night before he gave his famous speech and we had the opportunity to learn more about the cemetery and the Address on our visit to the museum.
On Saturday we took the morning off from history to enjoy nature for a while. We hiked on the Charcoal Hearth Trail, and a few bits of other trails to connect it to our camp. The trail climbed Graeffenburg Hill through mixed forest of hardwoods and pines resplendent with the greenery and flowers of high spring. Despite the few rain drops that fell on us before we made it back to camp it was a wonderful hike. The trail was steep, rugged and long enough to be a challenge, but not too much of one. We felt like we had accomplished something when we arrived back at camp but we still had enough energy to enjoy the rest of our day.
After a rest in camp, a shower, and change of clothes we headed back to Gettysburg for a few hours before dinner, which we planned to eat in a restaurant in town. On the way from camp we visited Mr. Ed’s Elephant Museum, billed as the largest elephant museum in the world. The museum houses Mr. Ed’s personal collection of elephants—carved elephants, plushy elephants, elephants in photographs and elephants on circus posters. The museum is free, and a lot of fun; and it is attached to a candy shop that sells wonderful homemade fudge.
Arriving in Gettysburg a few hours before dinner time we took in a bit more of the town before we ate. One place we went was the Shriver House Museum, a house restored as much as possible to its appearance in 1863, when the battle was fought. On our tour of the house, led by a guide in period costume, we learned about the experience of the people who lived there and of their neighbors during and after the battle. Though only one civilian died during the battle it produced much danger and hardship for the people of the town. Maura particularly enjoyed the Shriver House because the family had included two little girls, about her age at the time of the battle, and their story was part of the story told on the tour.
Though we couldn’t get a table at either of the restaurants we had planned to eat at we had a nice dinner in the Springhouse Tavern in the basement of the Dobbin House tavern. The food was good, as was the atmosphere with colonial décor reflecting the construction of the building in 1776. The spring gives the room its name bubbled in one corner. The tavern also had the advantage of being less expensive than the main dining room, probably a good thing for us.
After dinner we headed back to camp and went to bed. We were tired and planned to hit the road early in the morning. During the night heavy rain fell but fortunately our tent was up to its job of keeping us dry. We hit the road early as planned, stopping for a delicious diner breakfast on our long trip back to Massachusetts.
