The road leading from the hotel down toward historic Harpers Ferry followed the Shenandoah River. The ruins of a water power economy were interesting to see.
Looking down on the bridge crossing the Potomac River back into Maryland and the canal. Interestingly, during the summer of 2010, while riding the Underground Railroad Route in Alabama, I saw a picture in a pizza shop of a train crossing this bridge into Harpers Ferry. Of course, the people in the store had no idea where the bridge was.
Much of the towpath is shady, but once out on the public roads the sun could get at us. This patch of shade at the crest of a hill proved to be irresistible to Dad. He claims he never actually slept, but not too many people snore while they are awake.
On the canal near White's Ferry we encountered two brothers riding with their father for several days on the canal. Their father wasn't quite as old as mine, but he had the same propensity for "creatively customizing" his bicycle.
This gun is similar to the gun Dad serviced on a destroyer in World War II. I didn't learn until years later that "serviced" meant loading ammunition to the gun to shoot Kamikaze planes attacking the ship formation while they steamed toward Japan.
This lady's heart was not really into walking her dog as she was reading a book while walking. You can't tell from this picture, but the dog was really disgusted.
Our plan was to bicycle to the area near Great Falls National Park and find a place to stay overnight. We wanted to be close enough to bicycle to Georgetown and return the same day. Unfortunately, there are few hotels within easy cycling distance of the canal. I located the Bolger Conference Center which was created as a conference center for the US Postal Service. The room turned out to be a suite and very nice. The main dining room was pricey, but there was a nice little bar that also cooked food.
