Day 90: Anothet’s time capsule: from the road to the capital of the nation

• Hostway Hideaway Hostel, Harpers Ferry (1025.7) to Washington, DC
• 0 feet rise, 0 feet of descent

Moving from the path of the Apalaches to the capital of the nation was another time capsule for us. For 20 years, from the 1990s to the 2000s, we both work inside and outside Washington, DC. The historian lived there for a while, investigating in the national archives. I went back and forth several times a month for years, serving in national committees to improve access to medical care for people in rural and unattended areas, including civil violence and war areas.

We love Washington, it is the city of our hearts. We never really live in a city for a long time, but if we ever choose to move from a rural area to a city, it would be DC. We have not returned since we retired in 2012, so like the path of the Apalaches from 1975 to 2025, he was familiar and unknown.

An easy walk to the train station

This morning, we got up early, but we didn’t move too fast. We both enjoy pancakes and real coffee for breakfast, courtesy of the shelter. After a bathroom, we finished packing and we take off for our 1,1/2 miles to the Ferry Harpers train station. I urged us to go more than a long time because I didn’t want to be stressed to be late for the train.

We leave in the post office and send our bouncing box to our friends in New Hampshire, so we did not have to take it by hand. The packages were enough. All in the Post Office were very friendly. We talked to people about my 1975 walk and everyone was happy to be so close to finishing it.

While we walked through the streets, we looked at the historical buildings. It was easy to differentiate several historical periods. Part of the architecture was Georgian (early 18th century until the early nineteenth century).

There were also houses that reflected the era prior to the civil war, in large part Victorian in type (1840 to 1900). Some buildings were more modern, but above all, it seemed that the buildings had been there for a long time. Several blocks were being demolished to build a building «seemed old.»

Harpers Ferry Train Station

We arrived early at the train station, as expected. We met several pleasant families that were from the region and had set up the train for a brief visit to the Harpers ferry. We arrived and we were quickly approached.

Arriving at the Washington Union station

The trip was short and we soon arrived at Union Station. We were surprised how deactivated the station was, and it also pleased us that the train was disbursed in a part of the station we knew well. There was a concert and we stopped to listen to a few minutes.

It cost me a lot to be at the station. Most of my trips through the station were full of expectations that we could make a difference in the world. I worked with the Department of Health and Human Services of the United States, as well as the efforts of the State Department with the recovery of war and the prevention of terrorism. I always worked in a non -partisan way and spent a great effort trying to understand how to help the world to be a friendlier and more safe place. The constant dispute that is a distinctive seal of our current world saddens me a lot.

The roads change but the buildings are the same

When we left the station, I had a small problem to discover where we were. All traffic patterns were different. It had a good sense of where we needed to go, but a little concern about how to get there. Finally, I saw a building that knew and was sure of our location. We walk without problems towards our hotel.

The historian recorded us on his phone and obtained an electronic key. We sail towards the building and directly to our room. It was something strange. I felt a little as if someone had thought we were breaking or something.

Accommodate for the night

Our room was quite opulent. The bathroom was larger than many trail shelters. We walked a little, still trapped in the staggering confusion of Path-we know the city-we know But everything is also different.

Dinner and bed

We needed to be at dawn, as a normal path to make sure we had time to return to Union Station and locate our train. It was a Saturday train and Sunday’s train had been canceled, so we could not really allow us to make a mistake.

We were both hungry, but we felt too overestimulated by the city to go to dinner. We looked at some online menus and decided to order Peruvian food, since it was generally new to us. We have some recipes that we have discovered, but we have never eaten properly prepared foods from known Peruvian chefs.

They let me take with emotion after studying the menu. There was a family chicken meal (Grilled chicken) served with beans and rice that formed the base of the food. I also ordered Aguachile, a type of ceviche and pupusa, Brussels and fried bananas. This great food would also provide food for our trip tomorrow.

The food came around 4 pm and ate with great joy for more than an hour. After finishing our party, I repaired the leftover food in smaller containers and placed it in the refrigerator. The first and second lunch tomorrow will be abundant. We ate forever and there was still a lot of food.

After finishing our tasks, we packed our packages and relax for a while. Soon, the sunset in Washongtin. The hiker midnight arrived and, although we were in the city, we watched the tradition and were asleep at 8:30 pm

Tomorrow the alarm will sound early and we will walk to the train station for our 10 -hour train trip to New Hampshire. Today, traveling from the path to the capital was another time capsule that we have now unpacked.

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