Day 153: Sunday, April 12 - Day 4 Gettysburg

Easter Sunday was spent driving to Washington D.C. We took a slight detour from the route to visit Gettysburg, a site Mike and James were especially excited to see. The drive seemed long because we were crammed in the van, but we made it fun!


Upon entering the park,

we enjoyed a movie about the Civil War and the wins and casualties of the war. Here is Mike with the suave Pres. Lincoln. Then we got to drive all around the grounds. A audio tour took us to each historic spot during the fateful three days at Gettysburg and we could get out and walk around the sites.


I learned an important lesson on this trip - never use the part of the car in between doors to hoist yourself into the car. If you do, your hand might get caught in the closing door. (I know, I know, a lesson I should have learned as a child.) And lo and behold, the door was shut! On my hand! On the plus side, my hand was just fine. I didn't feel a thing because my wedding ring saved my hand. The door actually shut exactly on my ring instead of shattering the bones in my hand. On the negative side, the door crushed my ring and the diamond fell out. Picture it: we are on the side of a Gettysburg trail. Several of us are crawling on our stomachs on the asphalt looking for the stone. The rest are searching every nook and cranny of the car to see if it fell in there. I am managing to hold it all together, but just barely. After about twenty minutes or a half hour I began to think it was a lost cause. We had searched everywhere we could possibly imagine, even down to moving the car and looking in the tires. I was giving up hope when Mike checked a spot Leslie had already checked, and there it was! I breathed a sigh of relief that my hand was okay and my expensive diamond was safe, and spent the rest of the ride trying to calm myself down. I missed most of the rest of the stories after that.