02 June 2026

Harper's Ferry National Historic Park

It wasn't the first time Ty and I had visited Harper's Ferry. We went on a day that was too pretty to stay home, sunny and in the 70's. The park was on the crowed side. I got the last parking space in the visitor's lot. After Ty took a dump and went for a dip in the river, we walked to Lower Town Harper's Ferry. We walked around the historical area and point. On the way back, we walked on Virginius Island, along the railroad and river (Shenandoah). There is history wherever you go in Harper's Ferry.


Established as a national park in 1963
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Confluence:  bridges

Confluence: pylons

Appalachian National Scenic Trail

Appalachian Trail Bridge
Love locks
Ashley & Jamie
Stepping stones

Lower town

St. Peter's Roman Catholic church is a historic chapel in Harper's Ferry. The church occupies a prominent site on the heights above the town. The street alongside the church is part of the Appalachian Trail. There is a short trail from the church to Jefferson Rock. The original church was built in 1833. It was the only church in Harper's Ferry to escape destruction during the Civil War. Robin is a docent at the church.


St. Peter's Roman Catholic Church, c. 1833

Entrance to the church

The stone steps (c. 1810) predate the church.
View from the church

Rail bridge and St. Peter's Church

Construction of the US Armory and Arsenal at Harper's Ferry began in 1799. The only building that remains is the fire engine house (John Brown Fort). When the Civil War began the armory became an immediate target.  In 1859, abolitionist John Brown unsuccessfully tried to seize the armory. His raid helped to incite the country.


Armory grounds
Arsenal Square

John Brown Fort, c. 1848 (location since 1968)

John Brown monument (obelisk), c. 1895
Original location of John Brown Fort

Virginius Island

Virginius Island is part of Harper's Ferry National Historical Park. It is located on the Shenandoah River. It was once separated from the main part of Harper's Ferry by a river channel, then a canal. In the years before the Civil War, the island was a thriving industrial area, built on water power. At its peak in 1850, upwards of 180 people lived in 20 to 28 houses on the 13-acre island.


A once thriving island
Footbridge (Randolph Bridge) to Virginius Island

Ruins of the Shenandoah Pulp Mill
Inlet arches

The island suffered greatly during the Civil War. Floods also proved too devastating to overcome. The last inhabitants left the island in 1936. Nature has now reclaimed the island. No structures remain, but there are plenty of ruins to explore. Not to mention a beautiful shoreline.


The Shenandoah was a great source of power.

Under the arch
Ty enjoying the island

The Virginius Island trail offered some great views of the Shenandoah River, including rapids. Ty was able to get in the water at several places. I needed to make sure the water wasn't moving too fast for him. Didn't want my pup to wash away!


Rippling waters of the Shenandoah

So many scenic views of the Shenandoah

"Seashells" from the river

01 June 2026

6, 5 and 3

Pets have birthdays, too. In March, Cash turned 3. In May, Ty turned 5 and Oliver turned 6. I love them all with all my heart. They are my family. Happy birthdays babies!


Cash, age 3
Ty, age 5

Oliver, age 6

22 May 2026

Photogenic dwarf goats

Goats are photogenic. I don't have many, but I enjoy taking their pictures. Louise had quadruplets this year, but one had to be euthanized (urinary problem) and another one died from an unknown cause. So, she's raising twins (both males). For the second year in a row, Thelma didn't breed. Bye Thelma.


The boyz
Louise and her two kids

My whole goat herd

Polled buck

When they were smaller
So many
Newborn care
Quads: sadly only two survived past a week

Coming in from the field

Three plus three

Though there's been a least one year, I can't recall a year when I didn't have bottle babies. Several of them. It's common with a breed as prolific as Katahdins. I always say that I'd rather have a ewe that has triplets and only raises two than a ewe that births and raises twins. The extra lamb is a bonus. At the same time, many of the ewes can raise triplets.


Tippy: the lamb that had a broken leg

This year, I had two sets of three lambs that I bottle fed. They overlapped very little, so essentially I hand fed lambs for about twelve weeks. I wean orphan lambs at about five weeks of age. I could probably weaned them a bit earlier, but five weeks has been working for many years -- and I'm a softy.

The first bottle lamb (Doc) was a single out of a 10 year old ewe. She didn't have any milk. I shouldn't have kept her, but she used to be one of my best ewes. For the previous two years, she birthed triplets and I raised one of her lambs. The twins she raised were always quality lambs. Kept her one too many years. I kept Doc with his mom for bonding. For the longest time, he liked to be held for bottle feeding. Towards the end, he would feed with his two front legs up on my lap.

The next bottle lamb (Raúl) was a triplet. His mother had too much milk -- believe or not. The teat on one side was large. The lambs wouldn't nurse that side. I milked the side out several times (lots of milk--fed it back to them), but they never seem to nurse from that side. Raúl kept consuming full amounts of milk from the bottle. The ewe raised the other two lambs on the one side. Raúl stayed in the general population. Like Doc, he liked to be held for bottle feeding until he was almost five weeks old.

The third lamb was also a triplet. She had a broken leg, either born with it or injured shortly after birth. I figured she could complete with one sibling for milk, but not two, so I removed her (Tippy) for bottle feeding. She went up into the garage into her own pen. She had goats for neighbors. I set her leg with vet wrap and paint rollers. It healed nicely and you can't tell she ever had a bum leg. She's still quite attentive to me, whereas the boys have largely assimilated into the flock.

Lambs delivered via C-section

The first three lambs were just about ready to be weaned when one of the yearlings required a C-section. She hadn't dilated sufficiently. I/we couldn't get the lambs out. Both lambs were alive. I immediately began feeding them colostrum. The vet suggested I keep the lambs with their mom. She woke from the anesthesia quickly and seem to be rebounding, but didn't last 24 hours. She must have hemorrhaged.  Her lambs became orphans. I dubbed them Keith and Ray after the young vet that delivered them.

The final bottle lamb of the year was a twin ewe lamb out of another yearling. Her mom didn't want her. I probably could have eventually gotten the ewe to take the lamb, but her udder was small and she didn't seem to have a lot of milk. I was already feeding the C-section twins, so what was another one? I named her Heidi. These second three lambs were the most primal I'd ever fed. I was definitely just a big tit to them. They've been weaned for several days now and are eating and drinking well.