I feel like I’ve been getting worse at posting regularly. And at taking pictures. I’m sorry! I don’t know what to say, except that I will try harder.
After leaving the horse farm, I spent another day in Lancaster, the city: visited a very nice dog park (good tip, Daina!) and a brewery. The next day we hit the dog park again on our way to Gettysburg.
I felt a little mixed about Gettysburg. I don’t get excited for war and guns the way some people do. We need to know our history – even, or especially, the unpleasant parts – and I don’t hesitate at the civil rights parts, which can certainly be hard to look at. But the wars, those I don’t like to revisit. And the Civil War bothers me more than most, maybe because it’s still such a wrongfully romanticized cause in the south? I don’t know. At any rate, I did slow down in Gettysburg for a cursory tour – felt I couldn’t do less than that. Hops and Foxy and I drove the auto tour of the National Military Park (almost all of it), though we didn’t stop and get out at every stop.
On the way out of town, we stopped to see the Sachs Covered Bridge, which was used in the Battle of Gettysburg by both sides, we are told. Wikipedia further informs me that it is therefore “severely haunted.” I didn’t see anything unusual, though. Just a couple of locals fishing in Marsh Creek.
From Gettysburg, we headed on to Michaux State Forest, another (like Redden in Delaware) where camping is free! This location was not quite so lovely as Redden – no picnic tables, no toilets in the immediate vicinity – they had me park on a gravel lot with nothing special to recommend it. BUT, just two miles or so down the road was a lovely park area with covered picnic tables and pit toilets. So we spent our days there and our nights on the gravel lot, and I was quite grateful for these accommodations, at the right price.
Hops and I spent a few days at Michaux. I met a friend for lunch one day, and I’m so sorry I didn’t get a picture (bad blogger) with Megan, who I know from grad school. It was so nice to catch up! Otherwise, we just hung out in Michaux. My camp was just a mile or so from the Appalachian Trail, so we enjoyed some hiking – about eight miles in all, although some of that repeat mileage. I also enjoyed meeting various hikers – I didn’t meet anyone doing a proper through-hike, but several section hikers – and the folks performing “trail magic” by setting up to feed the hikers on the weekend. I got to see one of the shelters. Of course I did a little fantasizing about a big backpack of my own someday, but for now I think I’ll stick with Foxy.
We’ll be taking off soon, but this has been another fine respite. It’s always nice to slow down and stay a while, when we find a nice spot. Cheers, y’all.