I made it to the top of the hill without stumbling over the ruts in the road and saw the farm trail off to my right. The moon suddenly came out, and I could see a little better. I began the trek through the woods following what I thought to be the Smoketown Road.
Once I got to where the road partially broke out of the woods, there was a plowed field on the left side of the road, with woods still bordering the right side of the road. I walked on about another 30 yards and reached a point where the woods abruptly stopped on the right side of the road. The terrain opened up into a grassy field.
I walked another 40 yards and came to a dirt lane on my left. There was a slight rise in the lane where it met the road. I turned on the lane, walked to the top of the rise, and looked down on a farm house.
I had been hoping against hope that I wasn’t where I thought I was, but looking at the Mumma Farm removed all doubt. I was north of the town of Sharpsburg, MD.
I started to cry.
“No, no, no,” I said. “It can’t be!”
All of a sudden there were dogs barking in the distance near the farm. I got up quickly and got back on the road. I began to jog in the direction that I had been going. Thank Heavens the dogs were content with just barking and didn’t follow me.
I jogged for a few minutes to put more distance between me and the dogs, and then I continued walking up the road.
There was a tall post and rail fence on the left side of the road and a snake rail fence on the right side of the road.
I came to where the road on which I was traveling dead ended into a wider dirt thoroughfare. There highlighted in the moonlight off to my left was “The Dunker Church”. I just fell to my knees. I was definitely back in time, but when?