Only Regret LbNA # 2325 (ARCHIVED)
|Placed Date||May 2 2003|
Rated : easy walk , a little wet
Time : 1 1/2 hour
Sponsor : Cock-A-Doodle-Moo 4-H Club
" Leaving home and going to Yale to study was ambitious and exciting. Our home was in the process of being enlarged to fit our family, and fathers status as Deacon in the community. I have fond memories of hunting in the woods with my brother, of working on our farm, of family and of my preparation for Yale with the Reverend Huntington who lived a few miles down the road. "
Home was never seen again but is the place we all begin. "My most famous words are often quoted, I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country."
From my likeness by the flag go NE for 25 paces (count every left foot as a pace) At the intersection head due N to the end of the Holy Grove, there is a gate you may have to go around if not open today. A little down this country road there is a barway on the left. Enter the woods traveling SW.
Pass the intersection to the hay field; at the Y bear right the road more traveled now going S. Walk on and over a cement culvert at a deer watering pond with crystal clear water. On to a clearing take the trail West.
At the Y go left over the wall of an ancient farm field now grown to woods, pass the muddy area with the rotted stump. A little further now to the left you will find the stump a lumberjack has left, two stones sit atop and the tree lies rotting nearby. This is where in secret like a spy you stamp your message for the next passerby.
Now that your book is tallied one more, in the woods we travel back to homes door. Follow that trail, watch for horses that pass. Keep on the trail to a large Y bear left. You should be about 45 minutes into your walk so far.
Puddles to cross stay with the main trail now SE.
Yet another fork in the trail stay right, follow scratched rocks as you walk this clear trail. A sharp eye will note a boundry marker of stacked stones on the left.
At the T in the trail go left; you're almost home. Stay on straight now; no turns to take. Along the stonewall where corn grows in season, NW travel brings home in to view. Usually here a port-a-potty too. Whew!
Back to the grounds, groomed and honored, in memory of a son, a family, a farm, and the greatest deed of honor.
"To drum beat and heartbeat
A soldier marches by:
There is color in his cheek,
There is courage in his eye
Yet to drumbeat and heartbeat
In a moment he must die."