We were approaching Gettysburg. Tired and hungry, it was a long haul from Williamsburg to Uxbridge. Not a trip to make in one day. We needed to stop for at least one, maybe two nights. We had to pick a stopover; Gettysburg was on the route. And I wanted to see it anyhow. Being such a tourist town, it was bound to have lots of places to stay.
I never worry that we won’t find a place to stay. I know it’s possible, but in all the years of traveling, in and out of the U.S., there has always been a place to stay. It might not be exactly what we had it mind. Sometimes it turns out awful, more often, a happy surprise. That’s why I like tourist traps. They’re ready for visitors. Lots of them. Plenty of motels, restaurants and the only color they care about is green.
It was late afternoon as we rolled into town. We asked Richard, our faithful GPS, to take us to the nearest motel. We followed his directions carefully since it was our first visit.
Finally, Richard announced in his loud, clear voice: “You have reached your destination!”
Indeed we had, although not the one we had it mind.
As far as we could see lay miles of tombstones. Richard had brought us to our ultimate destination, in this case what must have been Gettysburg’s largest modern cemetery. It seemed to stretch for miles. Who knew a GPS could have a sense of humor? We didn’t stop laughing until we finally found an EconoLodge.
- The Battlefields (lulumusing.wordpress.com)
- American Heroes Celebrated in Gettysburg, PA (thewebstergroupblog.com)
- The Evolution of Gettysburg (koesno01.wordpress.com)