Having purchased a new 2020 Mercedes-Benz SL550 in September, it seemed fitting to use it to seek out Fall Colors in Pennsylvania and Maryland. For new readers, I’ve been riding and driving to find places of historical, scenic, or other interest for the last 15 years—first on BMW motorcycles, then in BMW cars, an Aston Martin, and now, most recently, in the SL550. You can find all of my previous trip reports at http://rsftripreporter.net. If you like this report, you’ll like the others. If not, they might still serve as a useful cure for insomnia…
My first stop for Fall Colors was at the Gettysburg, PA battlefield. There, in the early morning, I found impenetrable mist obscuring any sign of the foliage. This photo was taken from Little Round Top, which the Union Army held to great effect throughout the 3-day battle in July 1863.
The lifelike statue at right depicts Union Brigadier General Gouverneur Kemble Warren as he stood at the beginning of the battle. The first to recognize the strategic significance of Little Round Top, he immediately ordered Federal troops here. Those soldiers, led by Colonels Strong Vincent and Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, successfully repelled a series of ferocious charges on the Union left flank by Confederate forces from Gen. James Longstreet’s Division. Anyone who has read Michael Shaara’s historical novel The Killer Angels will know that the defenses on Little Round Top likely prevented a Confederate victory at Gettysburg.
(Unless noted otherwise, historical photos, paintings, and drawings are from the Library of Congress, National Register of Historic Places, or Wikipedia. Here, the painting of Chamberlain leading the 20th Maine Regiment in their climactic charge down the hill, is by Mort Kuntsler.)
My friends Cathy and Nevin will be interested to know that, prior to the Civil War, Col. Chamberlain was a professor of rhetoric at Bowdoin College. As the morning began to clear up, the Fall Colors became more apparent.
By the time I’d driven down from Little Round Top and climbed onto the famous boulders at Devil’s Den, it looked like a proper Fall day. And yes, that is the new SL550, resplendent in its Selenite Grey Metallic paint.
I’ve been visiting Gettysburg since I was 7 years old, and my favorite activity has always been clambering around Devil’s Den. My geologist nephew Ben Webb tells me that the Devil’s Den and Little Round Top boulders are hard black diabase like the Palisades of New Jersey farther north. He notes that while the Mercedes is protected by grey enamel, the iron-rich diabase takes on those brown and yellow fall colors as it oxidizes. Harder and more resistant to weathering than the surrounding sandstone, the diabase provided high ground to the Union, but the rocky soil provided no chance for entrenchment—resulting in just half of a good defensive position.
The Confederates at Devil’s Den faced withering fire from the sharpshooters and cannons on Little Round Top, as shown in this famous photograph by Alexander Gardner and Timothy O’Sullivan. While Devil’s Den is a scenic and intriguing place today, during the battle it would have been hellish. (Recent research by Scott Fink has tentatively identified the dead soldier as Private John R. Ash of the 2nd Georgia Infantry.)
I left Gettysburg on historic Route 15, heading north for South Mountain. I was hopeful of finding some peak colors somewhere between the valley and the top of the mountain. Along the way, I stopped at the Rock Chapel Methodist Church. Construction began in 1773, and the chapel was rebuilt in its original form in 1849. Whenever Confederate troops were in the area during the Civil War, wool blankets from a nearby woolen mill were hidden in the attic of the church. Rock Chapel continued in weekly operation until 1986 but is now limited to a candlelight service each Christmas Eve.
Pennsylvania is famous for its surviving covered bridges, so naturally I had to stop just a mile further on and admire Heikes Bridge. It was built in 1892 and has received a recent restoration after many years of deterioration.
The colors in the valley were modest; time to head for the hills!
Halloween was approaching, but this house wasn’t nearly scary enough to qualify as haunted. (But you never know.)
As the elevation began to rise, so did the colors. All I could find out about the old one-room schoolhouse is that it’s yours for $203,100 (including a modern 2-bedroom ranch house next to it). Schools like this one are dotted all over Pennsylvania, as I chronicled in The Mystery of the One-Room Schoolhouse.
The colors continued to bloom as I drove toward Laurel Lake, in Pine Grove Furnace State Park.
And the trees around the lake and its spillway were glorious.
My unsuspecting, pristine SL is about to be introduced to its first dirt road. (I’ve been apologizing to it ever since.)
Cold Spring Road started out paved…
…but before long it degenerated into a rough, rocky, dirt path that went on for another mile. The Mercedes was content to motor along at 10 mph while I dodged stones and washouts.
I finally made it to Hammonds Rocks, on top of South Mountain. This is another Devil’s Den-like pile of boulders, but no battles were fought here. The sandstone formation is much softer than the diabase of Devil’s Den, but it is much older—about 540 million years, give or take a few epochs. At an elevation of over 1,500 feet, almost all of the leaves had already fallen.
The rock formations are much larger than they appear in the photos. This outcropping, for example, is easily 25 feet tall. There is an ongoing fight here between graffitists and park volunteers, who erase the graffiti or paint it over with natural tones. On this day, the volunteers were winning, thankfully.
A little lower, but still on top of the mountain, the colors were more abundant.
Eventually I reached civilization, in the form of Highway 233. Descending the mountain, I did a double-take when I passed a sign for Saint Eleanor Rigby Chapel. Intrigued, I made a U-turn and retraced my steps, only to discover that my at-speed reading was a bit deficient. But it was a pretty chapel back in the woods, nonetheless. As for Saint Eleanor Regina, she appears to have been the wife of England’s King Henry III and mother of King Edward I, but it’s far from clear.
I made another climb up South Mountain to revisit some ruins near Camp Michaux. The Camp itself started life as local housing for the Civilian Conservation Corps during the Great Depression. Later, it became a secret interrogation site for captured German officers during World War II. Still later, it was a religious camp for children in the 1960s. As I reported in The Lost POW Camp, there are ruins of Camp Michaux all over the place, hidden back in the woods. But I was checking on the status of the ruins of the very old Bunker Hill Farm stone barn, built by Hessian prisoners of war after the American Revolution.
The ruins are still there, but greatly reduced in scope following a major collapse in 2016. The doorway that I walked through in 2010 is gone, as are all but one of the windows. The Appalachian Trail runs alongside, but the wall is now fenced off for safety. Compare the current photos to the one I took on my first visit here and the 1913 photo (courtesy of Lee Schaeffer’s excellent Camp Michaux website):
Nearby, I discovered the foundations of the Bunker Hill farmhouse and a concrete porch that was apparently added to the house during the POW camp years. As Calvin once told Hobbes, “There’s treasure everywhere!” (Farmhouse photo from 1913 courtesy of Lee Schaeffer, as above.)
At the intersection between two mountain passes, and right by the famous Lincoln Highway, I found the Caledonia Iron Furnace. It was built in 1837 by Representative Thaddeus Stevens, a staunch abolitionist and the “father of public education” in Pennsylvania. The furnace and an associated forge were used to create ammunition for the Union Army during the Civil War. In June 1863, Rep. Stevens was overseeing the operations of the facility when General Jubal Early’s Confederate army arrived. Stevens was forcibly hidden away by his workers while the Confederates destroyed the furnace. Later, asked if he would have imprisoned Stevens if found, Gen. Early replied, “No. I would have hanged him and scattered his bones among the Confederate States.” War is Hell, they say… (Historical photos courtesy of Gettysburg Daily.)
The furnace was rebuilt after the war and operated until 1902. It is now part of Caledonia State Park. A footbridge crosses over Rocky Mountain Creek…
…and leads to a field where Rep. Stevens’ blacksmith building still stands. It now houses a museum, which has been closed during the pandemic.
Continuing on, following the route I’d planned with the help of those evil twins, Garmin and Google, I encountered an unexpected fork in the road. The left option led to this barren landscape, which beckoned with promises of death and destruction. It seemed to taunt me, with the stone piles in the distance the same exact Selenite Grey Metallic as my SL550.
Needless to say, I took the right fork. The one-lane-wide paved road (ostensibly public) deposited me in the backyard of someone’s beautiful old farm. Also needless to say, I beat a hasty retreat back down what was their private driveway. Nuts!
A more circuitous route brought me to the picnic pavilion at Mont Alto State Park—the oldest state park in Pennsylvania. A merry-go-round used to operate under this canopy, and the park once attracted as many as 15,000 visitors a day. The swimming pool, shooting range, bandstand, and other features are long gone, but Mont Alto is still an attractive place for quiet family gatherings.
Did I mention that it was a beautiful Fall day, with temperatures that climbed up to the low seventies? In putting the top down, I learned that the switch is designed backwards: You pull up on it to lower the top, and push down on it to raise the top. Backwards!
Another lengthy climb up South Mountain on a bumpy dirt road brought me to this vista. The last time I was here was 10 years ago, and while the road has deteriorated a good bit, the view is still the same—magnificent.
This passage through the trees from mountaintop to valley is a lot steeper than it looks. There’s no indication of why the passage exists. An old clearing for power lines? Or a forgotten ski lift? I have no idea. However, it nicely illustrates that the optimal Fall Colors were definitely above the valley but below the mountain peak.
Hmmm, nice-looking automobile. Definitely one that you turn around to look at as you walk away.
My planned route down the other side of the mountain turned out to be impassable, so I negotiated a longer alternative, constantly dodging rocks and potholes. Eventually I arrived at the Handycraft Farmstead, with its 1830 log home and unusual, octagonal stone smokehouse. Another unconventional feature is the springhouse: It’s built directly into the first floor of the house. The original 1790 log home is still here also, but it is now buried deep within a large expansion added in 1990.
Everywhere you looked, there were beautiful views. This property, back in Maryland, was part of Huyett’s Meadows, named for original owner Ludwick Huyett (1759-1828). In a moment of directional confusion, I neglected to get a photo of the Huyett family home, so I’ll include one from the National Register of Historic Places. “The Maples” started as a log home in the late 1700s and gained a stone addition sometime thereafter. The house retains its original double enclosed porches; most have since been converted to interior space. The property remained in the Huyett family until 1912.
A quarter mile away, I ran across this old stone building. It looked like a house, but it didn’t appear to have an entrance anywhere.
The crumbling stucco revealed the coarse stone construction within.
I had no idea who might have owned this odd house or lived there, but in looking for information about Huyett’s Meadows, I learned that this was the old Huyett Schoolhouse. The entrance is hidden behind vegetation, and the porch has fallen away. (Historical photo courtesy of “Mountainbiker’s” family tree on Ancestry.com. By the way… In a fruitless effort to learn more about the school, I read the entire May 26, 1849 issue of The Daily Casket.) (Really!)
I wasn’t expecting to find Fall Colors in the hamlet of Doub’s Mill, MD, but the old mill itself is a favorite. Note how the spillway runs directly through the mill (which is now used as a residence). The structure was built in about 1782. (Historical photo courtesy of MillPictures.com.)
This colossal stone farmhouse was also built in the late 1700s. It’s somewhat ominous appearance probably qualifies it as a haunted house. The mill and surrounding homes were built by members of Samuel Newcomer’s family. The area remains remarkably unchanged roughly 230 years later.
My last stop of the day was a small state park outside of Boonesboro, MD. It is home to the country’s first monument to George Washington, which you reach by hiking along the Appalachian Trail for about a quarter mile.
Do you ever have the feeling that you’re being watched? You probably are!
The view from the top of the mountain revealed the last of the day’s Fall Colors.
And I’ll finish with the original Washington Monument, which was completed in 1827, predating Baltimore’s monument by 2 years and the famous Washington, DC monument by 58 years. By the Civil War, the tower had completely fallen apart, but the Union Army still used the location as a signaling station throughout the war. The monument was rebuilt in 1882 by the Boonesboro Odd Fellows Lodge and again in 1936 by the Civilian Conservation Corps. You can climb to the top via its circular stone stairway for a great view of the valley—but not during the pandemic. (Historical photo courtesy of the Boonesboro Historical Society.)
Throughout the day, the Mercedes ran flawlessly, whether it was ambling from one site to another or racing along the twisting back roads of Pennsylvania and Maryland. It is a fine touring sports car, and it contributed to a terrific day of searching for beautiful scenery and interesting history.
Rick F.
Once again, a wonderful road trip!! And the fall colors are spectacular.
I’m always amazed at the research you do about the sites and buildings. I really enjoyed your Gettysburg photos. My North Carolinian 57(!!!!) year old great-great grandfather volunteered in April, 1863, and fought at this battle. He made it through but was captured in Maryland while retreating. He died of typhus at Fort Delaware in October.
Your new touring car is gorgeous. I bet it is really fun to drive. I still have my 1977 Corvette—but it’s not fun to drive: stiff suspension and a heavy clutch! Definitely a 43 year old car.
Looking forward to the next RSF report.
Ann
Hi Ann!
The colors turned out to be a lot better than I expected on this trip. I thought I had missed the peak season.
Gettysburg is such an interesting place (with or without early morning mist or Fall Colors). How much do you know about your great-great-grandfather? Do you know his Confederate Army unit?
As for Fort Delaware, I visited there some years ago. If you haven’t already seen it, my report is at Fort Delaware. Your ancestor must have been miserable there, sick, and so far from home.
Your 1977 Corvette sounds like the 1967 ‘Vette that I co-owned with a friend of mine. It was beautiful, fast, and sounded great, but it didn’t have power steering or power brakes, making it a chore to drive. Even the gearshift was heavy to operate. The Mercedes has power everything-in-sight and is a breeze to drive. The hard part is figuring out how all the features operate, since there are so many of them. (Definitely a first-world problem…)
Happy Thanksgiving, and stay safe!
Rick
Fascinating….from the lovely SL with all its wonderful features and comfort…to the Photo of Private Ash. I remember as a youngster seeing photos of Civil War battlefields and being so amazed that photographers took such risks. I’m glad you have a comfortable and beautiful car.
Look where we are now. Your photos are incredible, with such vibrant colours and descriptions of each scene.
I’ve never been to Gettysburg.
Hi Dave,
The SL is indeed a wonderful car. I’m looking forward to many more tours in it.
During the Civil War, the photographers would usually appear shortly after the hostilities had ceased. Both Matthew Brady and his former assistant Alexander Gardner were notorious for “staging” photos, i.e., moving bodies and other things around to create an evocative scene. In at least one instance, a photographer’s assistant played the role of a corpse. Poor Pvt. Ash was killed in a different section of Devil’s Den and his body moved to where the famous photograph was taken. He was only 25. But, conversely, Devil’s Den snipers picked off a great many Union soldiers up on Little Round Top as well. The numbers of casualties on both sides were just horrendous.
It’s good that your home country of Canada never had a civil war (although the Rebellions of 1837 and 1838 were at least cousins, and they helped lead to the unification of Canada).
Rick
Thanks Rick.
We had an SL and it was one of El’s favourite cars. Think that you will be most happy with it!
I wonder…it took so long to take photos then. I wonder if they moved Pvt so they would be safe while they exposed their plates? I can’t imagine being under a dark hood taking a photo when there might be snipers present.
I’m so grateful when you send a link telling me that you have a new tour posted! I appreciate every photo, and every word you write.
We’re now carefully looking for old tracks to drive on with our Jeep Wrangler. We look for “no winter maintenance” and “no maintenance” signs. It’s fun.
The photograph of the unfortunate Private Ash was taken on July 4, 1863, when the Confederate forces had retreated. Ash was killed by cannon fire the prior date while the battle was still going on. The moving and rearranging of scenes was done to make a more compelling photograph, rather than for safety reasons. Only later did people looking at the published photos realize that the same individuals were shown in more than one setting.
Today, such activities would be considered unethical, but back at the birth of photography I suppose no one had really considered standards of conduct. Many of the Civil War photos are downright grisly, but they do convey the absolute horrors of the war.
As for your Jeep tours, they are indeed the vehicle to have when going well off the beaten path. The Jeep demonstrations I saw at the Washington, DC automobile show one year were nothing short of amazing.
Rick
War is horrible.
I shall send you an email about our Jeep.
Hi Rick, I love your posts! Curt forwards you articles to me! I love following them! Hope you have a happy thanksgiving!
Hi Stacie!
I’m glad you’re enjoying the trip reports. I don’t know which I like better–taking the trips or writing them up!
Thanksgiving was quiet and nice, with takeout dinners from our favorite French restaurant. They were excellent.
I hope you and your boys are all doing well!
Rick
Hi Rick, I am a former colleague of your brother Curt. He always forwards your photo tours to me, and I have enjoyed them all. This is especially interesting since my wife and I have been visiting our daughter and grandkids in York Haven, PA since the beginning of October. We also went to Gettysburg. Maybe we crossed paths!
We love this area for the history and colors. No mountains to speak of, but beautiful just the same. Thanks for the informative tour!
Doug Schuch
Doug,
Anyone willing to hang around with Curt is clearly an A-one, first-class citizen, and I’m glad you’ve enjoyed reading about my trips.
I’ve gone through York Haven a couple of times, and it’s a great area to tour. If I remember correctly, the Piper Aviation Museum is there (or very near there), and it’s a fascinating place to visit. If you haven’t been, I highly recommend it (assuming it’s open these days).
Curt can tell you about all the fun we had as kids visiting Gettysburg, Harpers Ferry, and other historical spots around our then-home in Frederick, Maryland. Before the Harpers Ferry buildings were all restored, when they were in danger of collapsing at any point, he found a back way into them. We had a great time sneaking in and then greeting park visitors who were on the outside of the barriers, looking in. Then there were the times we climbed up to the top of the railroad tunnel or walked through the tunnel itself. It’s a wonder we ever survived to our alleged adulthood!
Rick
Nice and interesting photos. Would be better if the taillights to be less apparent, like the headlights.
Hi Clifton!
Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed the report!
As for the new SL550, it’s a nice, aggressive-looking car, but I agree that there are some styling elements that could be improved. I would have gladly kept the beautiful Aston Martin forever if only I fit into it better. I’m just too tall for it by a few inches.
Don’t forget to make that two-wheel trip out to western Pennsylvania when the weather turns nice!
Rick