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Nah, we get off and take 522 through Berkeley Springs. An area I remember well. I’d love to buy an acre or so and put a cabin on it. Very simple, rustic, basic. My family had a camp up there - my grandfather owned a parcel on the Cacapon with a 3 BR, two story house, right on the river. I think he picked it up in the 40’s or 50’s. When he passed away, my late uncle inherited it. I remember as a kid in the 60’s we’d go down to camp. He owned a speed boat and we’d go out riding, and my cousins and I would sit on the dock fishing and pull in loads of bluegill and bream - we’d fill a bucket, then walk across the road and pour them into the stone water well in the front yard for dinner. My uncle finally sold it off because the river would flood in the spring, and the water would come up five or six feet into the downstairs. He spent more time and money renovating the living room and kitchen than he did actually getting to use it. But, those were good times to still be living up there. My mother remembers when she was in nursing school and doing training down in Baltimore, Hagerstown was a two-stoplight rural community with a two lane local road through the center of it. I’m old enough to remember when there was no Sidling Hill cut - you had to tackle the mountain the hard way, and that hairpin at the top was a two-handed, white knuckle switchback that required concentration and a 20 MPH speed limit. Now 70 is like I-95 during morning rush.