The magic of Baltimore is a mixture of old roads and new buildings, of ships quiet on the harbor and cars honking on the streets, of the glittering of a thousand lights in the night and the brilliant warmth of one light in the day, and of people, people, people everywhere and of every sort.
Have you ever walked across the worn-down remains of a rockslide? I advise it.
Ruins hold the fascination of the ages for me. These dusty walls are steeped in story.
To begin, riding on a 4-wheeler driven by the husband is an adventure in itself.