I did get a short ride in on Christmas day. Every Christmas since 1967, I've been in Myrtle Beach with my family. This year a few days before we were to leave, my dog collapsed, was diagnosed with cancer, and given a few weeks to live. I couldn't kennel him in that condition. A commitment is a commitment. So while my immediate family headed south, I stayed home with the dog.
I'm only able to leave him a few hours at a time, but got in a short ride over the mountains to the next valley and back on Christmas. It was nice--not only did I badly need the ride, but the roads were empty. There were no fun thieves to hold me back on the twisties. Even though I was a tad rusty from a lack of riding, after an hour or so I was back in the groove.
The day after Christmas I decided to ride to Gettysburg and do something I'd been meaning to do for years: walk the path of Pickett's Charge.
I started at the North Carolina Memorial which would have been where Pettigrew's division began.
View across the field toward the Union line from Seminary Ridge
Codori farm which would have been in the middle of advancing Confederates.
The stone wall which was the "high water mark" of the Confederacy.
The "copse of trees" from "the angle"
The Eisenhower farm which is just behind Seminary Ridge where the Confederates were arrayed before the charge.