It is well known that i love my state and one of the greatest things is that it is steeped in history. Maryland was one of the original 13 colonies, 7th state in the union, caught in the middle of the Civil War (philosophically and geographically), involved in the War of 1812 and surrounds the nation's capitol (which is built on land given by MD).
You can't swing a dead cat without hitting some historic site, marker, plaque, etc, all of which need to be photographed by yours truly.
That's a big chunk of rock, people; i mean look at how tiny TM Amy is in comparison.
This rock marks... let's see...
We definitely need a marker for that.
My favorite thing about this historical marker -besides its mere existence- is that it is carefully surrounded by a rusty guard rail.
I don't recall ever seeing a rusty guard rail before.
I mean, they are made out of rust resistant material, aren't they? You'd think they were steel, but pay attention next time you are out on the road; those things don't rust.
Since the marker is from the Daughters of the American Revolution (whom i could join, if i was so inclined, BTW) Amy and I figure that it is intentionally rusted cause that looks more... well,.. rustic. We can just imagine some local DARs coming out on a Sunday afternoon to polish the marker, anti-polish the guard rail and then have a lovely picnic tea.
[note: this is the last picture of TM Amy; from now on she'll be fTM Amy as she's moved onto a teaching position]