Crossing the Potomac
J: So, with new boots and a new lease on life (or my hike), I proudly stomped out of H.F. with Toon... the wrong way. We ended up at the base of the 340 bridge before we realized the directions out of town we got from a local were, um, in error. We were on the SW side of town, by the Shenandoah again.
We turned around, walked back through town and found the Byron Bridge.