Starting in the middle of October I had been tracking the weather report for our wedding day. The weather on the days leading up to our wedding had dropped from a high of 80 degrees on Wednesday with 0% chance of precipitation, to a high of 61 degrees on Saturday with a 20% chance of precipitation. I got the sense that the weather was changing, but I hadn’t bothered to look beyond the 27th. Not until Friday that is. At that point I started hearing about Hurricane Sandy and how it was headed our way. Sunday morning after the wedding, Sandy was picking up strength and headed straight for us expected to hit on Monday. School was canceled on Monday and Tuesday. The metro system decided to preemptively close for the first time anyone could remember. The storm was expected to be epic but no one knew what kind of damage we could expect.
Jay and I were wondering whether or not to call off our honeymoon in Harpers Ferry. Harpers Ferry is 90 minutes west of northern Virginia and they were supposed to be sheltered from the brunt of the storm. We headed out there on Sunday, driving on almost deserted roads with no rain or wind. We arrived at a historic row house, built in 1839 with 2 foot thick stone walls. As the owner said, “the first pig built with straw, the second used sticks, and the third pig built with brick. The fourth pig didn’t make it into the story because he didn’t want to brag, but he built with stone”. The Stonehouse B&B was a great place to weather the storm.