2 June 2018
As I was leaving the motel hell today, I told the manager about the couple in the room next to mine and told him I only got two hours sleep. He was very apologetic and took $20 off my bill, but that was not the point. He said he understood he couldn’t give me back my sleep but he really wanted to do it. Oh well.
From Stratford to Washington, DC, the traffic was stop and go. There was only one time there was an accident, otherwise, it was people merging and causing the slow downs. Several times on I-95 we were dead stopped. It made me feel closer to home!
It was kind of a thrill passing all the historical places as you drove down I-95.
I got to Shenandoah National Park around 4 pm. I’ve seen some dense fog in my days but nothing like the fog today in the park. The speed limit in the park is 35 mph and I had to drive around 20 mph just so I could see a few feet in front of me.
Not only the fog, but my Sirius let me know I was in a flash flood warning zone. Nothing like traveling the path of a tropical storm.
It was so foggy, I drove past the lodge and had to ask two people where it was located. I finally found it and checked in.
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The view from my window which overlooks the mountains is spectacular.
Dinner tonight was Osso Buco made with pork. It was in a bed of stone ground grits. I have to admit, it was pretty good.
I think I’ll have a Jack Daniels and branch water and hit the rack. After two hours sleep and 8 hours of driving, I’m all done in.
Tomorrow is another day.
I want you to know that my iguana comments are not the most serious warnings coming to you now. Holley opined that your foggy photo suggests you may face a threat from gorillas in the mist by daybreak. Stay safe.
I am afraid I failed to advise you to stop north of your current location. You already are south of Monocacy Junction, where U.S. Grant appointed Phil Sheridan to command the Army of the Shenandoah. And south of the Winchester to Cedar Creek site of Sheridan’s famous ride that saved the army and probably shortened the war by months, if not years. As a poet remembered it:
I want you to know that my iguana comments are not the most serious warnings coming to you now. Holley opined that your foggy photo suggests you may face a threat from gorillas in the mist by daybreak. Stay safe.
I am afraid I failed to advise you to stop north of your current location. You already are south of Monocacy Junction, where U.S. Grant appointed Phil Sheridan to command the Army of the Shenandoah. And south of the Winchester to Cedar Creek site of Sheridan’s famous ride that saved the army and probably shortened the war by months, if not years. As a poet remembered it:
Sheridan’s Ride – by Thomas Buchanan Read
Up from the South, at break of day,
Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay,
The affrighted air with a shudder bore,
Like a herald in haste to the chieftain’s door,
The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar,
Telling the battle was on once more,
And Sheridan twenty miles away.
And wider still those billows of war
Thundered along the horizon’s bar;
And louder yet into Winchester rolled
The roar of that red sea uncontrolled,
Making the blood of the listener cold,
As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray,
With Sheridan twenty miles away.
But there is a road from Winchester town,
A good, broad highway leading down:
And there, through the flush of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steeds of night
Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight;
As if he knew the terrible need,
He stretched away with his utmost speed.
Hills rose and fell, but his heart was gay,
With Sheridan fifteen miles away.
Still sprang from those swift hoofs, thundering south,
The dust like smoke from the cannon’s mouth,
Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster,
Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster.
The heart of the steed and the heart of the master
Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls,
Impatient to be where the battle-field calls;
Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play,
With Sheridan only ten miles away.
Under his spurning feet, the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind;
And the steed, like a barque fed with furnace ire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire;
But, lo! he is nearing his heart’s desire;
He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray,
With Sheridan only five miles away.
The first that the general saw were the groups
Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops;
What was to be done? what to do?-a glance told him both.
Then striking his spurs with a terrible oath,
He dashed down the line, ‘mid a storm of huzzas,
And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because
The sight of the master compelled it to pause.
With foam and with dust the black charger was gray;
By the flash of his eye, and his red nostril’s play,
He seemed to the whole great army to say:
‘I have brought you Sheridan all the way
From Winchester down to save the day.’
Hurrah! hurrah for Sheridan!
Hurrah! hurrah for horse and man!
And when their statues are placed on high
Under the dome of the Union sky,
The American soldier’s Temple of Fame,
There, with the glorious general’s name,
Be it said, in letters both bold and bright:
‘Here is the steed that saved the day
By carrying Sheridan into the fight,
From Winchester-twenty miles away!’
Quoted from memory, I suppose?
Now who wants to revisit a Yankee event at Monoacacy? Is Monocacy even a word? The only gorilla in the mist is me.