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PAGE TWELVE: MAY 15, 2011...BALL'S BLUFF TO HARPERS FERRY

 

 

We headed west from Leesburg on 7 then up 9. Northern Virginia is just lovely country with one big horse farm, like the one

above, after another along any road you choose to drive. There are also vineyards all around.

 

 

We went through this pass in Short Hill Mountain. You can see the Blue Ridge in the distance. Once through the pass, we headed north

up the narrow valley between Short Hill Mountain and the Blue Ridge on 671. The Shenandoah River runs just beyond the Blue Ridge.

 

 

My first view out the side car window of the Potomac as we turned left on 340 at the end of 671, with Harpers Ferry

just a tiny way away.

 

 

Through the trees in the middle of the left side of the picture is the vague outline of the end of Maryland Heights.

I felt so excited to see it.

 

 

A better view of the end of Maryland Heights across the Potomac from 340.

 

 

The innkeepers were just leaving for an hour when we arrived at 1 PM, but they let us in and the syrup pitcher and I promptly began to

explore the house. This is the mantel in our second floor bedroom where Stonewall Jackson slept.

 

 

Looking out one of the front windows of our bedroom toward Washington St.

 

 

 

 

Leaving the bedroom, the pitcher and I paused to look out the geranium-clad stair landing window at the Blue Ridge.

 

 

Then we looked at another picture of Stonewall in the entryway.

 

 

He sat on the piano in the front parlor...

 

 

Mock orange blossoms in a vase. They are from a bush in the back yard.

 

 

...and among the Toby mugs on the dining room mantel. He's very gregarious that way.

 

 

Standing on the front porch, looking down the walkway toward Washington St. The walk is lined with white azaleas which

had just finished blooming. At the end of the walk is the Jackson rosebush on the arch. It is the same rosebush that used to

grow up the front wall of the house and was blooming when Jackson stayed in the bedroom. He wrote to his wife how the

rose climbed in through the window and he had to push blossoms out to shut it.

 

 

The center garden in the front lawn of the inn. I was so glad the roses and peony were blooming.

 

 

The actual Jackson rose bush.

 

 

You can see a bit of Maryland Heights in the distance here.

 

 

 

 

 

The pitcher bonding with the old, old rose bush. They found they had much in common in the way of age.

 

 

 

 

Our bedroom window are the two second floor ones on the left in the main section. The owners live in the smaller section on the left.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then I went around to the back yard. This is the bottom of the old, old linden tree.

 

 

Clematis on the garden shed

 

 

The back garden

 

 

 

 

Old pitcher, old linden.

 

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