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We woke this morning to a light drizzle. It wasn’t enough to slow us down just a little annoying. I, Frankenbutt, went into the camp store and got some complimentary coffee for me and some milk to go with our Reeses Puffs cereal and we all enjoyed the break from our regular oatmeal. Our picnic table was slightly damp and the trees over would occasionally drip a raindrop into our cereal bowls with a face splashing “plop” but such is tent life.
Tammy willingly volunteered to stay at the campsite with Coco so that the Beast and I could explorer the Gettysburg Battlefield, which is the reason I’m writing the blog tonight. The Beast and I prepared by removing Coco’s trailer and any other non-essentials from our bikes and as soon as we got out our rain gear, the rain stopped. We packed our rain jackets just in case, but they turned out to be unnecessary. We mounted our bikes and raced our new lightweight bikes toward town, commenting how strange they felt without all that weight.
We rode through the center of town to the northwest area of the battlefield where the fighting had begun a week shy of 148 years ago. We rode our bikes along the shoulder of the busy US Highway 30 and then dodged traffic to make our way across to Reynolds Ave. A short ride down the road brought us to where the first shots were fired. With our bikes leaned against a fence, the Beast and I walked toward the tree line. There are several dozen if not hundreds of monuments over the battlefield, that have been dedicated over the years and we were not inclined to read every one but when we reached the edge of the woods, one caught our eyes. It marked the spot where Major-General John F. Reynolds fell and became the first officer killed at the Battle of Gettysburg. We stood there facing the trees with our backs to the road and I could picture the Confederates emerging from the woods.
Around the Rebel’s right flank and onto Little Big Top we rode, where Colonel Joshua Chamberlain repelled the attacking Confederates and earned fame. And then it was onto Cemetery Ridge to see where Meade’s Army defeated the Lee’s forces and turned the tide in the war.
We left the field feeling very good and very hungry, so we rode toward McDonalds to get some lunch. The Beast decided to take short cut into the exit from MickyD’s, cut right in front of me and I smashed right into her causing her to fly off her bike and onto the street. She was a little shaken but sustained no good road rash or bruises and retained all of her hunger.
With her belly full she wanted to go back to the Sutler store to see if was finally opened and it was. She got to shop for all the era clothing she wanted and dad continued to look at his watch.
We returned to the campground and met up with butterball to cook some dinner. I boiled some water for our pasta, added the noodles and chicken, and watch the flame flicker on our stove as it used up the last of our fuel. The camp store didn’t carry our type of fuel so we improvised by getting a fire going and finishing cooking. Nothing like pasta over an open fire just like those cowboys in the” spaghetti westerns” did it.