Gettysburg

I went to Gettysburg once as a little girl, with my mom and my sisters. I loved reading about the Civil War, and was ecstatic to get to SEE where things happened.
It rained. The whole time. And every electronic tour-guide thingy pronounced it "get-iss-berg" which annoyed the crap out of me.
But hey, it was still cool. Place names I'd read about a thousand times, like Devil's Den and Little Round Top were actually real, and I could climb all over them. I could actually SEE where Pickett's charge was.
Fast forward about a decade or so:
A college friend from freshman year (for those of you who don't remember, that was in New Jersey) called me up. Apparently both of us were about an hour away from Gettysburg. Daytrip!
Kyle, who had been to Gettysburg a lot more frequently than I had, suggested meeting up at this quaint little restaurant for lunch, then making a day of it. When he was telling me about it, I'd thought he was exaggerating, but no: the Dobbin House actually DOES have THE BEST french onion soup ever made. It's ruined me forever. Now I'm going to have to drive all the way back to Virginia anytime I want french onion soup.
We also had rum drinks and actual food, but who cares about that.
Then we wandered into the Guest Center in search of a map, or really any sort of guidance. They suggested an Auto Tour, but who wants to see everything from a car? We were told we wouldn't be able to walk everywhere. We rolled our eyes; we're twenty-something. Clearly we know better.
So on foot, we set off. We wandered around, probably in circles and zigzags, for HOURS. After a brief stop at Friendly's for sundaes, we were off again. We ended the day watching the sunset from the top of Devil's Den. 11:30 a.m. lunch, wandered all day, half an hour for ice cream, wander somemore, and left at 8:30 or 9ish at night. Looking at the map, we HAD covered just about everything.
Yep, we showed that Info Center Lady: You CAN walk it... as long as you're willing to not be able to walk the next day (my feet were KILLING me).