Rising To The Road | Washington, D.C.
A day in the Capital of the good ole United States of America
D.C. was a bit of a last minute impulse. I mean, everywhere we stopped and parked our trailer was somewhat impulsive; we planned our route and destinations as we went along. But Washington was not really along our path. It wasn't very far our of the way — maybe a two hour detour or less — between the previous stop in Hershey, Pennsylvania and our next destination, which was Asheville, North Carolina.
I hadn't been to the Capital since I was a teenager, on a girl's trip with my mom, her best friend and all of us kids. My Love hadn't been since he lost his dad and had to sort his estate; the company my father-in-law devoted the majority of his professional lifespan to is based in D.C.. Sadly (very sadly), I never had the opportunity to meet my father-in-law, nor will my daughter her paternal grandfather, but we'll always have the legacy of his career to visit in our nation's capital. They still remember "Fede."
Our D.C. detour wasn't long, just one day, and it wasn't the prettiest day. For the most part the rain and gloom held off, but there was a chill in the air and it was grey, grey, grey. Thanks to My Love's tour guide-sharp planning, the day was maximized to the, well, max. We began at the National Air and Space Museum, and walked the Mall toward the Jefferson Memorial, stopping at the National World War II Memorial along the way. Then we swerved around and meandered toward the White House.
Obama wasn't available, so we made our way back, stopping at the National Museum of Natural Science on the way. I'm so glad we hit that (even though my feet were throbbing at that point and I was desperate to get off them), because in addition to the myriad of realistic-looking animals we got to peruse in their natural environments, we ended the day in front of a massive fish tank where the real Nemo and Dory were swimming around (Nemo is on the current favorite movies list chez nous). The World's Cutest Human couldn't have been happier watching them, until the museum staff shouted and screamed to GTFU when the museum was closing (in more or less those words, less because they weren't exactly used, more because their nasty aggressive tone said it all).
But overall, D.C. was a good stop on the trail.