Somber Tribute

The next step on our journey was the Flight 93 National Memorial.   It was a solemn museum and I felt it has been very well done.   No one could visit this place without having some tissues on hand.   For me, hearing the replay of the new broadcasts from that day was all it took.  

The setting is a beautiful, peaceful and serene site.  Walking the grounds, there was nothing but the sound of birds and the breeze through the trees to hear.   

On the grounds, 40 groves consisting of 40 maple trees were planted.  They represent the 40 lives lost in the crash.

This black sidewalk marks the flight path of Flight 93.   There are markers along the walkway denoting the times of the other key incidents of the day. 

The path continues through the space between the two walls and leads directly to the crash site.

The black walkway continues at the Wall of Names which is erected at the crash site.

This gate at the wall of names was made from the hemlock trees on the property uprooted at the time of the crash..

“Let’s roll”

So sad

The Tower of Voices at the entrance to the National Park.  It is 93 feet tall and holds 40 wind chimes.

Across the street from the Flight 93 site, is the Patriot Park Memorial.  

We ended our day in Clarksburg, WV with a dinner with a view of a wonderful sunset.

Next stop, Charleston, a cross stitch store and our retreat destination.  Thanks for stopping by and keep on stitching.