Signs along the trail feature letters from a soldier, First Lieutenant Shep Pryor, to his wife back home in Georgia. His regiment spent all spring camped up on that mountain, suffering through snow and cold and disease to build that fort and defend Staunton--a city he'd probably never heard of before he was positioned there. Like many other men on both sides, he didn't make it home from the war.
But nature heals itself. Trees regrow, trenches fill in, and bullets disappear into the soil. Now it's hard to imagine war ever came to such a peaceful place.
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