Last week, I took a short vacation trip to Washington DC with Nate who was traveling for work. On my first full day there, it was rainy and drizzly, so I rented a car to get me to Frederick, Maryland which is about a 45 minute drive outside of the city. I was on a mission to visit a museum I had read about years ago. On my way to the museum, I spotted this historic hotel.
The National Museum of Civil War Medicine. I had pretty high expectations, but unfortunately they were not met. It was a fairly small museum, and seemed a bit out of date, and more geared towards juveniles. Midway through my tour the fire alarm went off, and I decided not to stick around.
Fresh with irritation and disgust, I forged ahead to visit Antietam National Park, a historic battlefield of the Civil War. It is known as the bloodiest battle, but I have to do a bit of research because it seems like Gettysburg also makes this claim. Stay tuned.
As you can see, it was a dreary, rainy late afternoon by the time I drove through hill and dale in the Maryland countryside to this battlesite. I was pleasantly surprised at the Maryland countryside, it really reminded me of upstate New York. Trees, cornfields, and lots of farms. I never considered this side of Maryland, the only exposure I had was the "metro-suburban" towns just outside of DC.

After listening to a half hour ranger-led talk about the history of the battle, I drove through several of the tour stops on the map. It really reminded me of Gettysburg. The acreage is so expansive that it would tucker you out if you decided to walk the route. And I was alone, so I didn't want to look like a loser history dork. And the skies were about to open up and drop a can o' whoop ass. Did you know that Clara Barton served during this battle, tending to the wounded?
Moral of the story? Don't mess with the North. We won this battle.