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PAGE EIGHTEEN: MAY 16, 2011...HARPERS FERRY AGAIN

 

 

It was 3 PM when we parted from Jim. We ate a late lunch in the area and headed back down 340 to Harpers Ferry.

I never got tired of seeing Maryland Heights in the distance.

 

 

Coming down Washington Street toward the Jackson Inn, which is just around the curve on the right, Maryland Heights in

the background.

 

 

The weather was still nice and I went out to sit on the back steps, spending some time with Roy, the resident pooch, who is

18 months old and a Great Dane/Mastiff mix. Big as a horse, but very friendly, which is always good in such a large dog.

 

 

 

Carl came out and joined me and made friends with Roy.

 

 

 

When Carl went back inside, I wandered around to the front, wanting to see the gardens in actual honest-to-God sunshine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I crossed Washington St. to take a further view of the inn...

 

 

...then looked down the street toward the town below. It's up this hill Jonathon likely marched from the Heights to Halltown.

 

 

Carl came out and joined me again and we went a little further up the hill. This church was there when Jonathon passed by.

It's on the same side as the inn.

 

 

Across the street from the church is the Canal House, a restaurant, and I was attracted by its roses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a gunsmith's and is on the same side as the inn. It's on the right in the second from the top picture.

 

 

The cream-colored house is just to the right of the inn. A friend of Jim's used to live there and for the first seven days

after they moved in, the ghost there tried to drive them out by stomping in the attic or the kitchen the entire night long...

seven nights in a row...but when they stuck it out, it quieted down.

 

 

 

This is the pretty side of the log-fronted house directly across from the inn.

 

 

We walked a little more down the street toward the town, but at this stage walking was getting very hard for me and this is as

far as we went.

 

 

We crossed the street to the house that is directly beside the inn on its left. You can see a tiny bit of the bricks of the inn

between the tree and the right end of the white house.

 

 

Over the gateway to the white house climbed this big yellow rose that in a few days should be utterly magnificent.

 

 

 

We went around behind the inn again. This is looking up the old linden tree. While we were back here the carillon of the little

church we had passed began a long series of melodies and it was so nice being in a lovely place and listening to one after

another of them.

 

 

...and this is the whole linden tree from the back of the yard. I was standing near a cherry tree when I took this.

It had little green cherries all over it, but the muffins we had for breakfast that morning had big ripe cherries in them

from last year's crop.

 

 

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