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Off the trail

I knew all along that on the first leg of the journey, by following the C&O Canal Trail, Angela and I wouldn’t be on the official overland road out of Baltimore of the early 1800s.

Researching from home, I hit on the “National Road Museum” about 8 miles distant from the Potomac at Shepherdstown, WV that would enlighten me more about what led to the Road’s construction (which began in 1811). But the website here was misleading. Actually, this building is the future home of the National Road Museum, which won’t open until the fall of 2018.

No worries, we didn’t bike all that way. We’d spent the night at the luxurious Bavarian Inn, and Angela talked with an employee there who convinced management to let him load our bikes into a hotel van and shuttle us to Boonsboro, Maryland. After exploring the historic town (not the Kentucky Boonesboro — this one was settled around 1776 by William Boone, a relation of Daniel Boone), we bicycled on Rte 68 for Williamsport, to reach the C&O Canal Trail once more.

Going off trail was picturesque, difficult, and dangerous. Such gorgeous country in this southwest corner of Maryland, gently rolling hills and farms, the Blue Ridge and Appalachian mountains bordering the edges all around. We descended into the Antietam Creek valley, stopping at a park by the river long enough to witness an expert fly fisherman nab a glistening brook trout.

The Antietam Civil War battlefield gets its name from this meandering creek. In researching 18th century history, I discovered another terrible battle also occurred at Mount Antietam in 1736, a fatal skirmish between Catawba and Delaware hunting bands. On a sunny afternoon on the creek banks, it seemed impossible that either of those terrible events ever happened.

Meanwhile, what goes down must go up. Wending by bicycle out of the creek valley, Route 68 rose, dipped, rose and dipped, for twelve miles. It was also a narrow road, with no shoulder, making me very glad we were bicycling in broad daylight, and that more of the level C&O Trail lay in our future.

Confluence at Harpers Ferry

I can’t say the chill weather has let up — little pellets of snow swirled around us for most of the bike ride Monday. But Angela and I did some sightseeing anyhow, pausing at historic Harpers Ferry for lunch. I didn’t expect museums to be open since it was a Monday, not a huge disappointment, as I’m focused on an earlier era than the John Brown slave uprising and Civil War-related history.

This interpretive sign, though, had just the kind of info I’m looking for:

“Oh,” said Angela. “We are here at the same time of year as Meriwether Lewis, only a month or so later.”

I looked around at the snow-flecked air and hoped Lewis had warmer weather during his stay. Never mind. Hot soup at the Coach House soon warmed me up.

Harpers Ferry sits on a point of land at the confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac Rivers, and we are getting very close to Cumberland, where the Old Baltimore Road meets up with the National Road.

More fun history trivia (and biking) ahead.