§ A Novel of Time Travel
I awoke the next morning with an ache in my stomach for food. I gorged on eggs and biscuits at the motel’s continental breakfast bar.
I walked from Bloody Lane back to the Roulette house, and then walked the trek of the Irish Brigade back to Bloody Lane. I walked from the Visitor’s Center to The Cornfield to the East Woods to the Mumma Farm and back to the Visitor’s Center.
I drove to the southern part of the battlefield; parked in the Burnside Bridge parking lot; marched the back lots around the bridge to the top of the ridge behind the Sherrick House; and trooped back to the parking lot.
I then drove to the parking lot overlooking the landscape that stretches east to the Burnside Bridge and walked the new trail over the 40 acre Cornfield near where Confederate General Lawrence O’Brien Branch was shot in the head and killed during the latter part of the battle.
By this point, it was well past my lunch time. So, I went into Sharpsburg and ate a turkey sandwich at the local convenience store and then went to the local Ice Cream parlor for desert. To say the least, I was stuffed.
I went back to the Visitor’s Center and watched their film about the Battle; took a run through the bookstore; went across the street to the Dunker Church; and visited the Maryland Monument, which lists all the units from both North and South that fought.
It was getting dark, and the park was shutting down. The Park Rangers were closing the few existing gates onto the park. There isn’t one closing off the park’s eastern entrance from the Smoketown Road.
I went into Boonesboro, MD and had a snack at a local hamburger joint. There I waited for the park rangers to finish their last rounds and to vacate the park.