|Early risers often capture the best photos. Photo credit: Patty|
It's day seven on the road. I woke to heavy fog, condensing into droplets on the tent. For a moment I thought it was raining, but I began to understand that our proximity to the Potomac meant moisture every morning—it was only a matter of how much.
|The photo also shows the tunnel effect: corridors of old trees line the trail.|
|A lovely sycamore tree.|
Harper's Ferry is Civil War central—at least it felt like it to us. You could easily spend an entire day, attending walking tours, reading historical signs, peek inside rebuilt shops, peruse museums. For us it was a chance to relax in sunshine, go on a restaurant foodie fest, and enjoy river views. I gobble a much anticipated hamburger while the vegetarians slurp milkshakes.
A museum attendant identifies the green fruit as an Osage orange. I'd heard of the name and because it's inedible though not poisonous, I cut into it out of curiosity. It's pungent with a hint of orange scent, and leaves a weird sticky residue on my Swiss Army knife, which oddly remains until returning home where I can properly clean the knife with detergent and scrubbing pad.
|Fall colors are just beginning near Harpers Ferry. Photo credit: Patty|
|Monocacy Aqueduct. Photo credit: Patty|
|Monocacy Aqueduct's seven arches. Photo credit: Patty|
|Andy admires a humongous tree.|
|An example of trail near turtle heaven (boggy canal on left). Photo credit: Patty|
|A artsy painted bike in bike-friendly downtown Brunswick.|
|Photo credit: Patty|
Patty and I pedal a brief few yards off trail at White's Ferry to watch the only remaining active ferry crossing on the Potomac. Interestingly, it's a cable ferry. The cable winds onboard as it comes toward us.
A mile later we camp at Turtle Run. By now Patty and Andy join me for water bottle bathing. A hair wash is on order too. And just in time for company. A lady cyclist pulls in. The woman is a D.C. tour guide who is out for a long weekend; it's her one overnight before rendezvous at a church retreat the following day.
|Only picnic table with such message. Giggling, we presume it's not intended for us!|
A bottle of wine, nice company, and two rousing games of Yahtzee is a fitting camping finale.