Surveying the layout of the town in front of us, surrounded on three sides by the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers, we reveled in how lucky we were to have the Maryland Heights overlook to ourselves on such a gorgeous day. From our perch on the rocks we could see the historic section of Harper’s Ferry, people running up and down the C&O Canal Towpath (see previous blog post under that name for more about it), and the green hue of the rivers as they converged and flowed as one towards Chesapeake Bay.
The night before, I had gone to visit one of my best friends from back home in Texas. He lives in a small town ten minutes west of Harper’s Ferry with his wife and dogs, which is nice considering the fact that I was expecting to know almost nobody when I decided to stay in Virginia after the Marine Corps. We planned on hiking the Maryland Heights trail to watch the sunrise from the overlook, but several snoozes of the alarm and a stop at Sheetz changed that. So at 8 am Cody, Orion (his dog) and I started up the trail.
Most people have only heard of Harper’s Ferry because of the abolitionist John Brown, who led a group of about 20 men to raid the local armory. There is a lot more history surrounding the town, though; during the War for Southern Independence Harper’s Ferry traded hands 8 separate times, and it has been stated by several historians as the site of Gen. Thomas “Stonewall” Jackson’s most complex and complete tactical victory. The city has museums, parks, and trails dedicated to its bloody history, and is a huge draw for military history enthusiasts (the historic district is a tourist trap though).
There are two trails where we were hiking. The first one is the overlook trail, which has its name for the stunning views of Harper’s Ferry from the cliffs of Maryland Heights, and the second is the Stone Fort trail, which passes through several areas used by the armies from 1861-1865. We started up the Overlook trail first, which climbs up a steep but well maintained path on the way up to the ridge before winding its way down to the cliffs. After hiking around the cliffs to find the best vantage points of the town, we started back towards the Stone Fort trail.
While I am a sucker for gorgeous views, I was even more excited for the second half of our trip. History fascinates me, and if I wasn’t going to school for nursing I would be going to become a history teacher. As we walked up the mountain to the ridgeline we passed informative signs that conveyed snippets about the history of the area to all who pass by them. Some talked about the tents and wood cabins that soldiers built, and some talked about the powder magazines (where the black powder was stored) or the cannons that were hauled to the top. One of the main weapons used by the yankees was the 100-lb Parrot Rifle. Sitting at the crest of the ridge, this monstrous machine hurled 100-lb cannonballs over two miles and weighed 9,400 lbs. All of the cannons were brought to their positions by the soldiers, and sometimes it took 500 of them to haul the heavy suckers up. Stop for a minute and think about that. Almost 5-tons of steel hauled up a rugged mountainside by men with ropes. Needless to say we talked about how hardy the men fighting in the war must have been, and compared it to our own experiences in the Marine Corps.
Walking among the remains of old forts and battlefields is something I enjoy. Knowing the history behind the area you are walking through makes the experience more interactive, and I try to place myself in the shoes of the men who were fighting. This particular war saw brothers, fathers, and neighbors fighting each other. Families were divided and decimated, with members feeling so strongly that they were willing to spill the same blood that ran through their own veins. Though many will argue over specific reasons that the War Between the States took place, I believe it can be boiled down to government taking advantage of its own citizens and putting its hands in places they do not belong.
History repeats itself and everything happens in cycles. As our country progresses in age, tensions are growing again because people are unable to reconcile their differences in political and moral viewpoints. Earlier today my friend brought up a great point: our country needs to unite as one again, and settle our differences in a civilized manner. If followed, our constitution outlines how our country is supposed to operate, and when change is needed there are directions (not suggestions) for that as well. We would all do well to take a look at what happened 150 years ago when our country lost its ability to operate as one united nation.