Mom, Don, Caitlin, Graham and I went for a hike up Maryland Heights across the river from Harper's Ferry. By this time (noon), it was very humid, and Mom wasn't sure she was going to make the whole trip. Graham cavalierly offered to go back with her whenever she wanted to turn. In the end, she stayed with us the whole time, and when asked what her motivation was, she said, "Because I didn't want you all calling me a sissy!" Graham was not happy that she made the whole trip.
It was a good hike, and the route up was very steep. Once at the top, though, it looped along the ridge, passing through Civil War campsites, artillery bunkers, defensive walls, etc. It was pretty interesting. At the top, it was much less humid, and it looked like it was going to rain for awhile, but it never did.
The way down was uneventful until we got near the bottom. It was me, Graham and Mom walking together, and Graham saw a funnel spider in his web on an embankment on the side of the trail (so the web was about chest high). When we got near, the spider went down in the funnel, so Graham tried poking it gently with a stick to get it to come out. He was completely ineffective, so I took the stick to show him how it was done. One poke later, the spider was *flying* out of the funnel, up to the top edge of his web, where he looked like he was going to leap onto my face.
Well, this caused me to scream like a girl and start running sideways down the hill. Right then, I tripped on a rock that was jutting out of the trail, fell, and rolled about 3 times before I popped back up, with a cut knee and blood oozing down my leg. Graham and Mom were both laughing their asses off. Nice. They did say that I looked like an expert roller. I said that I have had a lot of practice from orienteering. Another adventure done.