At most national parks the town is outside the gate. Here the town is the park. Harpers Ferry National Historical Park covers roughly 3,660 acres in three states, and the part everyone comes for — the stone-and-brick streets at the confluence, the armoury lawn, the engine house, the steps up to Jefferson Rock — is inside the boundary. The shops on Potomac Street trade inside a national park. The Appalachian Trail runs down the middle of it. There are 269 people living in the municipality, and about four hundred thousand visitors a year arriving to walk through their front gardens, which is a tension the park manages with a car park on a hill and a bus.
That car park is the single most useful thing on this page, so it goes near the top. You are meant to park at the visitor centre on Cavalier Heights, off US 340 at 171 Shoreline Drive, and ride the shuttle down. The lower town has almost nowhere to leave a car — a handful of bays, most of them taken by half past nine on an October Saturday — and the streets are nineteenth-century widths on a slope. Satellite navigation does not know this. Type "Harpers Ferry" into a phone and it will take you down the hill into the town, where you will circle, fail, and come back up. Enter the visitor centre address instead.
The fee is charged per vehicle, not per head, and it covers the shuttle. When we checked in September 2026 it was $20 for a private vehicle, $15 for a motorcycle and $10 a person for anyone arriving on foot or by bicycle aged sixteen or over, each valid for three consecutive days. A park annual pass was $35 and the national America the Beautiful passes are accepted. One thing catches people out every week: the park is cashless. No till in the place takes notes. Bring a card or buy the pass online before you set off.
Three different clocks run inside the boundary and they do not agree. The museums, the exhibit buildings and the lower-town toilets keep 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. The trails and the parking lots open thirty minutes before sunrise and close thirty minutes after sunset, which is why a January sunset closes the heights at four in the afternoon and a June one does not. The shuttle is its own thing again: first bus at nine, and a last return from the lower town at seven under daylight saving or half past five under standard time. If you are here on a short winter afternoon, that last figure is the one that decides your day.
The park is open every day of the year except Thanksgiving Day, Christmas Day and New Year's Day. Something is usually shut for another reason, though — this is a floodplain with a 36-foot record crest, a set of steep trails on shale, and a century-old footbridge, and closures are normal rather than exceptional. Check the park's alerts page the morning you travel. The rest of this page is what is inside the boundary, how long each piece takes, and which rules people break without meaning to.