Monday, July 21
A summer afternoon spent in Harper's Ferry, West Virginia has become a bit of an accidental family tradition for us. I just realized today that we've been coming here every other year for four years now. Our first visit was when we moved to Virginia for the great summer internship of 2010. I'm pretty sure we skipped church that morning in favor of a long drive and just ... wound up there. It was August, hot and muggy, and we drove through a few really beautiful vineyards on the way, our windows down, pulling over every so often. The second time was for Memorial Day in 2012 when Everett was just a bald little squirt and we met up with some friends of ours for lunch. And now this weekend. Another afternoon in what I suppose was a Harper's Ferry farewell of sorts.
Everett walked along the bridge like this, with his hand running over the texture of the metal, fingers bouncing in that mesmerizing way that they do when grazed over the length of a gate. He's never done that before. Made him seem so instantly and heart-burstingly grown-up.
A lazy river and mud rocks galore. He literally has dreams about this stuff. But usually there's a robot somewhere in there too.
We came across these two beautiful horses, Pete and Paul (actual brothers), and were invited over by their owner to come meet them. Everett was verrrrry skeptical about touching these guys once we got up close. Instead he focused in on Paul, who had a little smearing around one of his eyes that looked like a tear, which made Everett pretty concerned about why Paul was feeling so sad. After a minute or two, he decided that it would be alright to reach in and pet his soft nose, declaring solemnly that he was, "makin' Paul happy again."
A little later as we were walking away, he called out to their owner, "See ya later, cowboy!"
Since as we know, hats = one's personal identity for the day.
And of course, ice cream too. The always really good, bad idea.
Thanks for the love all these summers, Harper's Ferry. We're glad we found you that one time.