Gettysburg PA

One great thing about living in Washington, DC is getting out of it.  This is not to say that I don’t love living here; I do.  But there are so many fascinating things to do and places to see within an easy drive of DC, that getting out of town can be both easy and great (easy and great if you discount, in general, the horrendous traffic of northern Virginia and, particularly, the Beltway [scourge]).  So we’ve been exploring national parks.  Two weeks ago we went hiking in the glorious Shenandoah National Park, where I encountered an enormous black bear.

This Saturday we went to Gettysburg National Military Park.  The town of Gettysburg itself is cute; it’s not hard to imagine Civil War era Americans wandering the sidewalks in their heavy woolen uniforms and enormous hoop skirts — not hard at all, considering they still are.  Being there on the 3rd of July, on the eve of the nation’s birthday and smack in the middle of festivities commemorating the 147th anniversary of the battle, little is left to the imagination as the sidewalks and battlefields are full of people in period dress.  Their commitment runs deep, although smart phones have definitely introduced an anachronistic challenge to authenticity.

Anyway, there’s so much I could say about the town, the fields and the monuments, the experience of visiting such a storied landscape.  But it’s the people who impressed — not the period actors, but other tourists who littered the place with both their imaginative and sartorial profundities.

Two things really stuck out:

1) The first I am labeling Overheard in Gettysburg: while we were having lunch in the town square we overheard a girl sitting at the table behind us describing one particular version of America’s future.  According to her, “If we didn’t let anyone else in, and then ran out of sunscreen, then in like one hundred thousand years we would all be as dark as Aboriginals … or, like, darker.”

2) The second one I titled What Not to Wear, Gettysburg Edition (Or: People of Gettysburg):

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5 Responses to Gettysburg PA

  1. Jill says:

    And to think that is someone’s son, father, or husdand…it boggles the mind on many levels. I must however commend you on your stealth photography! Thanks for the laugh.

  2. randasfans says:

    Right-o — he was there with a lady-mate and a girl who may have been his daughter. Stealth photography is the best, although I still have a lot to learn; I’m bad at it like I imagine I would be bad at flower napping. I just *look* guilty.

  3. Theresa says:

    My husband & I just did a motorcycle ride to Gettysburg, first time there for both of us & we really enjoyed it. Where was your ‘what not to wear’ photo taken from?

  4. Hehehe. Now I saw it.

  5. randasfans says:

    Theresa: really enjoyed G’burg, too. Would love to go back in the fall when the leaves are changing. The photo was taken at the Pennsylvania monument/memorial.

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