Hagerstown was the first reference point on what we expected to be our
last day on the road.
Granny's Letters:
This is Sideling Mountain where the brakes "gave out" on the
Model T. This massive cut was only completed in 1984 so Frank and
Gertrude had to follow the more round-about route shown in the scale
model pictured here. The last picture is our forward view coming down the
reduced grade of the modern I-70. Rather frightening to imagine
descending the old dirt road in a brakeless Ford.
Next, still very much in the mountains, came the town of Cumberland.
Much of the route we are following eastward is on the Historical National
Road Scenic Byway. This existed long before even Model Ts were puttering
around. This toll house was erected around 1833 and charged 6 cents for
sheep & hogs and 12 cents for cattle. Fortunately, we had none.
Just past Frostburg, we came on this collection of farm buildings that
looked like they would have been there in 1920 and seemed a candidate for
the place where the machine was pulled in a building and Frank sharpened
the drill.
When we saw this gathering of old Fords we just had to stop. It was a
collection of seven Model As from Youngstown, Ohio, returning from an
outing to Cumberland. We were torn between a respite at the tavern and
getting home and getting home won. We'll definitely stop here next time.
We found the cluster of houses called Lloydsville but there were no city
limit signs. We moved on to Zanesville with its impressive courthouse and
famous 'Y' bridge.
Being in Ohio gave us a little more incentive to get home and we breezed
through Columbus and would probably have done the same at Mechanicsburg
if the streets had not been blocked for the Music and Crafts festival.
It's kind of like Cincinnati's Jammin' on Main except it's more peaceful
despite a higher percentage of streets being blocked. Frank &
Gertrude camped in backyards and barns throughout their travels but when
they reached Mutual, about 50 miles from home, "people seemed to be
afraid" of them. Huh?
We're almost done now and Urbana, St. Paris and Piqua go by quickly. We
were once again flirting with rain and it caught us as we left Piqua.
Finally, the top went up.
We had both rain and darkness when we reached Woodington and even the
camera seemed a little blurry after 4448 miles. We're home and we're done
(except for the 100 mile drive home in pouring rain).