Furnace Town did not actually deliver the promised haunting. No spectres rattled the RV in the wee hours of the morning; the icy cold hand of a woman in white didn’t tap us on the shoulder. Nevertheless, the historical site gave us a unique glimpse (that we never knew we needed) into Maryland’s iron industry. Continue reading “A Hot Blast At Furnace Town & Horsey Hijinks”
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Wandering, But Not Lost 