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"We are called to be architects of the future, not its victims."

"Make the world work for 100% of humanity in the shortest possible time through spontaneous cooperation without ecological offense or the disadvantage of anyone."

- Buckminster Fuller

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Camp Hill, Harper's Ferry



To celebrate my graduation from Marymount University's Professional Development School (PDS) program, my family went to Harper's Ferry for a three day, two night vacation. Karen, my wife,  selected Camp Hill, a bed and breakfast inn located in the historic district on the corner of McDowell and Washington Streets.

Tony and Cheri Catanese, the proprietors, won awards after their  historical renovation at Camp Hill. A former teacher from Prince Georges County, Tony knows carpentry, and his handiwork is everywhere.



At the  pet-friendly Carriage Hill Suite at Camp Hill, the Catanese family rolled out the welcome mat for Mabel. A vacation without Mabel would have felt incomplete. The hospitality provided by the Catanese family went far  beyond expectations!



On Friday morning, we enjoyed blueberries  jam-packed inside mounds of pancake stacks! Mabel's ears perked up  after her nose caught a whiff of bacon.


As part of breakfast, Cheri Catanese artfully  prepared freshly cut fruit. A tasty surprise awaited  at the  bottom of our fruit cups. Yummy!



On Saturday, Tony Catanese's hearty, cheddar cheese-smothered Southwestern style  omelet provided a hearty start for a day of final exploration of the town  and our under an hour an one half drive home (about 70 miles).  Cheri's homemade  raspberry jam was delightful. On a calorie budget, I decided I would skip lunch! Mabel licked her chops.

The loft provided room for childhood adventure.



A luxurious attention to small details provided a decidedly upscale feel.



The Carriage House is generously furnished with a refrigerator stocked with creamer and coffee grounds. On Friday night, we refrigerated Joe's leftover pizza from Mena's, a restaurant located a few blocks away on Washington Street. Tony approved of Mena's authentic  Italian cooking. Joe had been begging for Pizza Hut, but Karen and I wanted to enjoy local fare, so we had asked for Tony's recommendation and we were not disappointed. We packed Joe's leftovers and he enjoyed Mena's pizza a second time for lunch.


Another striking feature of Camp Hill was the colorful garden.


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Frogs croaked around the fish pond. Kersplash!