We escaped the city on Monday, and found ourselves nestled in the historic Shenandoah village of Harpers Ferry. It knocked. my. socks. off. The scenery this place had to offer was incredible! I felt like we had paid billions of dollars to travel to this resorted town where probably "The Bachelor" would go on one of the travel weeks that would leave everyone watching writhing in envy. It was that type of picturesque :) Harpers Ferry predates the American Revolution, and that is always a goosebumper for me when I get to walk such timeworn streets. And better yet for Evelyn (and Dad), the Potomac River conveniently satisfied her need to bombard water with the shelling of massive rocks.