Just back from a weekend trip to Gettysburg with jenphalian, TNH, and PNH, and it was amazing and my head is still spinning. I’ll probably do another post once I’ve processed some of it.
It started Friday night and the NHs, where we watched the movie “Gettysburg,” which remains a favorite of mine. Saturday morning we headed for Pennsylvania.
We saw most of the battlefield. We talked, we hung out, compared notes. On Saturday, we did everything except the Day 2 Union Right; then went to our hotel and drank and talked and it was SO MUCH FUCKING FUN. Yeah. Like that.
Sunday was the last part, the museum, the gift shop, then dinner with Jen’s parents in York (much fun, good food) and now back in Jersey City and I believe I will drink now.
Seriously. I don’t know how else to say it. The experience of seeing the battlefield was mind-blowing; trying to imagine what it must have been like on Little Round Top, or the Peach Orchard, or Culp’s Hill. And the four of us all sort of fed into each other.
I’ve always had a fascination for what is going on in someone’s head in a moment of danger, or crisis; that’s why I write what I do the way I do. But there are things my imagination just won’t encompass.