Florian knows how much I miss my West Coast music festivals like Seattle's Folklife Festival and the Oregon Country Fair, and sadly we will not be making it to the Zimbabwean Music Festival this year, so he thought this would be a good way to make up for those losses.
The festival was at a farm property near Harper's Ferry, WV, and is a benefit for river conservation and environmental awareness surrounding the Shenandoah River.
We love going to Harpers Ferry because not only is it a beautiful, historic
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town, but because the cliffs surrounding it, and the town itself, afford incredible views of the confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers.
We stopped off at the festival first, and noted that there was not a lot happening except for some dogs and their laid back owners enjoying the sun
Including a delicious little cattle dog.
So we decided to go into the town and walk around before coming back to the festival for music in the afternoon.
I love the old stone architecture, and the way the historic buildings are maintained
It is a town of steep hills and tourist shops, and the Appalachian trail runs through it so you often see fit young people with big backpacks.
The times we've been there before, somehow we've never come up to the corner of town where there are these circa 1800 steps leading up to an old church,
from whence you have an incredible view of the town and the cliffs above it.
Continuing on the trail past that church, there is a ruin of an even older church
that is spooky and beautiful.
I love ruins, and had no idea this one was there.
For an American History buff, Harper's Ferry is a really cool place. I always found American history to be troublesome and painful to think about--maybe it has something to do with little things like the wholesale slaughter of Native people, and, ya know, stuff like slavery, religious zealotry, starvation, and smallpox--but I'll always love a nifty ruin.
Beyond the ruin was a lookout over the Potomac where we saw some hikers and some gorgeous dogs
and then a continued steep trail up to an old cemetery,
where some of the stones had barely legible dates in the 1700s.
The music was going to be getting started soon, so we headed back to the festival to check it out.
We didn't bring our dogs because it was a hot day and we didn't want to drag them through town and to a festival, but we hadn't realized how dog friendly the festival would be.
There were a bunch of dogs just milling about and socializing.
This one big brindle boxer thing was just wandering all over, cheerfully sniffing around.
He wasn't much interested in meeting us but he really wanted to meet all the other dogs. We watched him play with a couple other dogs and not once did we see him raise a lip, bark, or seem put off in the least by anything.
Can you imagine that?
We had a great time dancing to On the Bus, one of the scads of Grateful Dead cover bands in these parts, and then decided to head home to our less well-adjusted but very beloved pooches.
Not bad, for a day spent away from them!