A Day in Gettysburg, PA

After not being to PA in a long time, I must say I enjoyed myself like I did many times before. To explain what a couple pictures are, the words and handprints are on Sach’s Bridge. I read an article in The Evening Sun a while back where two drunk men thought it would be fun to spray pain the mean message and handprints on the historic covered bridge. Needless to say, I was livid. History is sacred to me and vandalizing it is NOT right in any way, shape, or form. Those who know me can imagine the horror that I felt upon seeing it for myself. 
As we were getting ready to leave, the spirits called to me, asking me to follow them down a trail slightly away from the bridge. Whenever I am in a trance, I don’t take notice if someone is following behind. 
You can see in the photos how murky the water is. A woman I met along the trail was teaching Hershey, her boxer puppy how to swim. Upon seeing me, the dog ran to greet me, ignoring my grandfather. Due to my empathic ability, people and animals come to me. Hershey, only a five month old puppy, isn’t scared of anyone yet. I could tell right away that he liked me as he kept jumping up and trying to lick my face. Let’s fast forward to the Farnsworth House. I went there in the hope of seeing Patti, one of my friends who is also psychic (although not as powerful as me, not saying that to brag but she did tell me I remind her of 5-year-old Danny, the psychic medium from Stephen King’s The Shining) and an employee at the haunted B&B. She is taking a week vacation in N.C. so I didn’t get to see her. 
Connie, a bartender at the house, asked me to read her after I shared my gift with her. "Take my hand," she said. I did so without hesitation whatsoever. "I see you’re a loving person who loves to help others. Your mother, who’s in Spirit is telling me you are too nice. She wants you to know she is always with you, and is standing by your side at this very moment." Connie, who had a slightly suprised look on her face, asked me if she’d meet anyone in future. All of a sudden, my connection with her energy snapped and made me lose the contact. I told her I that didn’t see anything but would tell her if I did on my return trip. The former sèance room has now being used as a room for pictures. They were not making enough money off the mock Victorian sèances (the last one I was fortunate to take part in 3 years ago) so they did away with them for good. 
Before you ask, I sensed the spirit of a young soldier (most likely Walter) standing behind me as I read Connie.