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We did.  We entered through the checkpoint of the Mount McGregor  Correctional Facility, the guards flagged us on, after warning us not to let Taylor out of the RV – “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that cat,” one armed guard said. So Taylor has become an outlaw.  What picture of him will appear on the FBI’s most wanted list, if his life of crime continues, one can only imagine…

Anyway, we circle up the mountain, passing shiny barbed wire and a huge facility we know better than to take pictures of, up and up until we come to our destination.  The Ulysses S. Grant Cottage State Historic Site.

Ulysses S. Grant State Historic Site

Ulysses S. Grant State Historic Site

 

 

It is undoubtably the strangest entrance and surroundings any president could have to commemorate an important time in their history.  But it was here, in a lovely cottage, that Ulysses S. Grant died.  The Civil War General and two-time President of the United States, in the last stages of throat cancer, came here to draw strength from the air and beauty of the Adirondacks, so that he could finish his memoirs.  Three days after completing them, he died.  The prison grew up around this beautiful spot at the top of the mountain years later.  In his day, there was a swank Adirondack hotel, with daily train service, bringing hordes of visitors to enjoy the cool mountain air, and while Grant was there, get a view of their dying president.

They have left the house and its’ contents exactly the way it was the day he died.

The bed Grant died in and stopped clock on mantle

The bed Grant died in and stopped clock on mantle

 We saw the bed he died in, the chairs he used to sleep in, when he could no longer sleep lying down, his folded shirts, toothbrush, the hand-written note cards which were his substitute for speech when he could no longer talk.

Grant's chairs for sleeping and personal items

Grant's chairs for sleeping and personal items

 

 

 

 There were even the original flowers sent for his funeral, set up in the dining room, where his ice-packed coffin lay on the dining room table, before the train that brought him to the mountain, would take him back down again to lay in state.

Funeral flowers in dining room

Funeral flowers in dining room

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now I have to figure out whether I add his biography or memoirs to my rapidly expanding list of books to read from this trip.  The end of OUR story is that we passed successfully through the prison guards again, so I guess our escape plan worked.

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