In 1976, when my family came to Harper’s Ferry, it was dusk, but I had the impression that it was a beautiful, quaint little town. I seem destined to arrive here at dusk, but I had a very good reason for arriving at dusk this time… Continue reading
Had we not reached our campsite in the dark last night, I could have shown a bit more what Ohio looks like. As it is, within about half an hour after paying for our campsite this morning, we were out of Ohio. I paid in the Bob Evans homestead museum which is right next to the first Bob Evans restaurant, and they said I had to at least get something from the restaurant so I could have bragging rights to having eaten at the first Bob Evans restaurant. I went in and got Mark a cinnamon roll and myself a cornmeal muffin, so there! Continue reading