The day before yesterday we finally visited Valley Forge National Historical Park. I say "finally" because we live all of about five minutes from it.
In case you're rusty on your US history, Valley Forge was where the Continental Army spent the winter of 1777-1778. It's a beautiful piece of land, situated high on a hill where the army could spot any surprise attacks from the British forces.
The Visitor Center is great, with lots of artifacts and information on how the soldiers lived during that winter. For one thing, they build huts to shelter them from the weather.
Each hut had a fireplace and bunks, and were pretty comfortable, all things considered. The bunks kind of reminded of the bunks in the band bus, where I lived my first season on the circus.
Close by were the redoubts, where the soldier stood watch. They were earthworks, with notches in the berms for the cannons to shoot through. Evidently, these redoubts were so effective at destroying the British troops at Bunker Hill that the British general decided not to mount an attack on Valley Forge.
We had a great time tramping around the area, but barely scratched the surface of the whole park. We drove around the park a bit more, but then hunger got the best of us and we headed to lunch. (I'm glad we didn't have to settle for johnny cakes and salt pork.)