PAGE SIXTEEN: MAY 16, 2011...HARPERS FERRY & MARYLAND HEIGHTS
We left Zion churchyard and Jim drove us back down 340 to Harpers Ferry, taking a twisty way to get across the rivers and over
to the base of Maryland Heights. This is taken out Jim's window looking back across the Potomac at Harpers Ferry. That's the
railroad bridge there on the right.
Looking up from the base of Maryland Heights.
This is the beginning of the footpath up Maryland Heights. Jim, who has been up it numbers of times, says there are places
where you have to pull yourself up by your hands and that the way it looks here at the bottom is utterly deceptive. I was
not even tempted, having once in a great while a moment of sanity.
The old canal is filled in now. Jim runs along the towpath sometimes. This is looking downstream at the Potomac with
Harpers Ferry directly across the river to the right.
Looking back down the road we had come along at the base of the Heights.
Carl and Jim where we parked. The Confederate gray car is his, of course.
Going back the way we came, catching a bit of the end of the Heights.
More looking up from the base of the Heights.
This white building was a tavern during the war and the canal boatmen liked to stop there. The train was moving as we came
We circled back around and down to the point of the town of Harpers Ferry, where all the buildings were ones Jonathon
would have seen.
Looking down the Potomac from the point, with the piers of the old bridge on the left.
The railroad bridge, an old pier, and the Heights.
I looked at this, thinking of Jonathon up there looking down at the rivers and the town.
The Shenandoah River flowing into the Potomac
Through the trees at the Heights
Walking under the railroad bridge back to the town. You will note, please, the fact there is blue in the skies.
Looking down Shenandoah Street, which runs, unsurprisingly, along the Shenandoah River side of town.
The steps up to the Catholic church are carved from the rock.
Carl and Jim heading off for, um, facilities.
I stayed down at the car while they were gone. This is Potomac Street where we were parked.
The syrup pitcher entertained itself while the men were gone by sitting on Jim's dashboard. It was not fond of
the large wax museum sign on the brick building on High Street, however.
Going up High Street, which becomes Washington Street, where the Jackson Rose is on the left. Jim said it was likely
Jonathon marched up this way enroute to Halltown as it is the main route through town.
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