Three day weekends are what dreams are made of. Our original plan was to hike and camp in the Shenandoah. We had our little stove, enos, and packs ready but the weather thought differently. Rather, it thought it thought differently. Due to the hurricane, it was calling for 80% chance of rain and not ideal winds so after much debate we decided to stay put in DC. Naturally it was the most beautiful weather all weekend. Funny how that works out.
Saturday morning was quiet and slow. We both worked out and enjoyed refills on coffee. Ben laughed because I kept saying all I wanted to do this weekend was “wake up in my hammock in the woods”. He thought of plan B and nailed it. We decided to drive in and out of Rock Creek Park looking for the perfect spot. Frankly, we kept driving until the marathon of great songs on the radio stopped. Once the hammock was up, we read (Ben) and napped (me).
After all, I did get to wake up in my hammock in the middle of the woods.
That evening we walked over a few streets to Duke’s Grocery for the best sandwiches before watching the Clemson game. College football is back and boy does it feel good. Go Tigers (please play better next time)! Saturday was a day well spent.
On Sunday after church, we sampled the peaches and apples at the Dupont Farmers Market per my Sunday tradition.
There were several hints of fall around the market stands and I didn’t hate it one bit.
After lunch and a bit of Sunday lounging Ben convinced me to go on a run with him. At one point in our run I told him (rather loudly due to my headphones) that this was indeed, “the worst route ever.” I swear he picked every uphill turn. But, Ben I take it back. Our run through the neighborhoods and past the embassies was quite lovely. Thanks for making me run with you ;)
We took advantage of our time together Monday morning before Ben had to hit the road. We walked to Dolcezza around the corner and sipped on lattes and coffee. I can’t wait until these little morning dates happen more often. Often, the simplest things, such as sipping coffee at a new coffee shop chatting about where we want to travel this December, when the movers are coming, and what the couple’s accents were beside us are really the greatest things.
I didn’t want Ben to leave quite yet so I convinced him to take a stroll around the neighborhood. The sun was hot, the air was cool, and you could almost feel fall in the air. Our next logical move was to grab bagels for brunch. Hands down one of our better life decisions.
We finally had to say goodbye. It never gets any easier, but it sure does help knowing this was our last one for awhile.
Labor Day weekend wasn’t what we originally planned, but it was still grand in my book. We took a rain check (er, no rain rain check) for camping once we move to North Carolina, and made the most of a weekend in the city together.