I’ve never been to Winchester, Virginia before, so, yesterday, Kellie and I decided to take another one of our scenic tours of Virginia and drove out to see what was there. As usual, we took the scenic route; driving first south to Warrenton, and then taking Route 17 north toward Winchester.
I’ve said this many times, but this trip reinforced one of the things I love about Virginia; even if you live in a suburbanized area like Northern Virginia, all you need to do is drive about an hour in any direction and you’ll end up in a different world. Even in the Juiy heat, the drive through Northwestern Virginia was quite enjoyable and a welcome change from the hustle and bustle we see here in NoVa.
Winchester itself is, and I don’t mean this a bad way, a cute little town. I told Kellie when we first arrived there that it reminded me of Mayberry. A quiet little place where life was much more simple than it was in the big city. We spent our time there walking through the pedestrian mall, which has many shops great (including a great wine shop that had wines from two of our favorite West Coast wineries that we haven’t been able to find anywhere else) and restaurants. And, did you know that Winchester, Virginia was the birthplace of Patsy Cline ? Well, until Saturday, I didn’t.
So where did our plan take us next ? You’re assuming we had a plan.
From Winchester, a quick look at the map told us that we weren’t far from Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, so, that’s where we headed. Though the heat precluded a long walking tour of this historiic place, we did walk up to the overlook of the area where the Shenandoah and Potomac Rivers meet. Apparently, this area is a launching area for tubing adventures down the Potomac. I’m pretty sure thiat will be covered on a future weekend.
More importantly, though, Harpers Ferry has an important place in history. It was the site of John Brown’s raid, an event intended to spark a slave revolt throughout the South. And, during the Civil War, it was the site of an important battle and a Union armory that, if lost, could have spelled disaster for the United States.
We drove through Clarke, Fauquier, and Loudoun counties on our way home. And, no, we didn’t bring a digital camera. Maybe next trip.