401.2 miles to Harrisonburg via Gettysburg, the high water mark of the Confederacy. General Robert E. Lee’s defeat by General George Meade. 51,000 dead in a convincing demonstration of the 3:1 advantage of defense in modern warfare, a lesson lost on the generals of the First World War.
I was surprised at how little relief there was in the battleground. I had an image of steep slopes, but even the site of Pickett’s Charge was a gently sloping rise. Enough I suppose for the Union to get off a few more fusillades.
After the excellent visitor center and self guided auto tour off into a westering sky, through twisty country roads to the sound of the Memphis blues. I love Spotify.
269 miles. Benjy’s summer sleep away camp bookends our vacations. Summer doesn’t really start until we do the three hour drive up to Frost Valley Y.
On the way up we have four cell phones for three people, but manage to debate how to use them. I want to pipe Google Play through the now Bluetooth enabled car stereo, but this turns into a catastrophe with voice recognition. Eventually we settle down on 10,000 Maniacs from my off-line collection.
On the way back we stop at Quickway Twin Cones, I have an absolutely enormous (medium) rum’n’raisin and maple walnut. Yum! Photos would be nice, but I never seem to think to memorialize my experiences. Will try to do better on the way to Graceland!