Civil War Transcendence, part 13

§    A Novel of Time Travel

 

I was gently pushed through the right side of the circle and propelled forward until the ring rotated to the 90 degree/270 degree position again. There was an opening, and I was pushed through it.

I stepped out of the orb and into woods again, but there were differences. The woods didn’t have any underbrush at all, and there was more acreage to the woods. Instead of just about two acres, the woods stretched as far as I could see to the north and the south.  Also, the air was cooler, and I was chilled in just my jeans and tee shirt.

I felt like Alice after she had fallen down the rabbit hole.  I staggered east toward the edge of the woods to find the fence line and the paved road that led back to my car.  As I approached the area where the park service fence should have been, it wasn’t there. There was a small wagon trail about 12 feet wide that ran north and south, and across the trail, there were more woods. This was totally different from the Antietam National Battlefield Park.

Wonderland Landscape

I know I was in shock from the ordeal with the circle and seeing my double, but this terrain difference brought on a panic attack. I broke out in a cold sweat that heightened my discomfort. I was suddenly cold and had to hug myself to try and warm my upper body.  I turned south and began to run toward the Smoketown Road.  I went about 30 yards, thankfully without falling, and arrived where the trail came to a dead end at a dirt road.  I stopped and looked both ways.  To the left, I could barely see that the road went over a little hill.  To the right, all I could see was the road continued further into the woods, which were so dark that I couldn’t see but about 20 yards.

I turned left with the fading hope of finding my car.  I was panting with shock and fear as I tripped and fell.  The road had two 8 inch deep ruts spaced about 6 feet apart. I bounded to my feet and walked swiftly between the ruts to the top of the hill and looked into the gloom. I couldn’t see a thing.

I gingerly walked down the hill into the gloom, and once I felt that I had reached the bottom due to sensing the flatness of the terrain, I staggered to the right side of the road. I put my hands out in front of me like a blind man and walked all over the area feeling for my car.

It wasn’t there!

About Civil War Reflections

Vernon has been a Civil War buff since childhood, but had been inactive in Civil War history for over two decades. However, in the early 1990s his interest was rekindled after watching Ken Burns’ “Civil War Documentary” on PBS. He particularly became interested in the Battle of Antietam (Sharpsburg) and decided to learn more about this epic struggle.
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