1ac·ci·den·tal Pronunciation: ˌak-sə-ˈden-təl
a: occurring unexpectedly or by chance b: happening without intent or through carelessness. Syn: fortuitous: coming or happening by a lucky chance
After over a quarter of a century of visiting as a tourist to the lovely little town of Leavenworth, Washington, I’ve come to the conclusion that I really do belong here.
Leavenworth feels like home. Our most recent vacation took my husband, Scotte, and myself over 1500 miles of some of the most beautiful roads in the United States. We left our home on a beautiful October morning. We couldn’t wait to get to the mountains. On an 8-day trip we toured mountains, lakes, a rainforest, harbor towns, ocean beaches, and our state capital. But all the while there was an unspoken urgency: to get to Leavenworth. When we asked ourselves what we should have for dinner, German food was never a temptation. After all, Leavenworth was waiting. Should I buy a Christmas gift or ornament? I could, but Leavenworth waits.
What mysterious hold does Leavenworth have on me? While I always appreciate a good Reuben sandwich, nowhere else does sauerkraut smell or taste so good! The sausage dogs at Costco never tempt me, but a visit to Leavenworth wouldn’t be complete without one. In Leavenworth, Scotte willingly follows me through shops, doing what we call the shopping shuffle. The air is fresh, the food delicious, and the folks friendly.
