Day three of our adventure took us to the banks of the Potomac River to George Washington's home, Mt. Vernon.
It was another magnificently HOT day.
At this point, it had been three days since the littlest people in our party had taken a nap, hmmm...that's a hairy situation any way you slice it.
I think because it was Memorial Day weekend, there were some extra festivities going on. The whole place was crawling with teenage "historical interpreters", (which means lots of fancifully dressed young people milling around, much the way they would a shopping mall, the girls waving fans instead of cell phones and the boys strutting around preening their peacock feathers as nonchalantly as possible, announcing absurdities like, "let's get out of this blistering heat."). That part was amusing to me if no one else.
We enjoyed the scenery. It is a beautiful place indeed and it was amazing to walk around "imaginating" (as Caleb would say) what it was like and just who would have been walking the very same paths back in the day.
Just for chuckles, here is a glimpse of our 3rd hotel room in 3 days, right before the feral children traveling with us proceeded to trash it as though they had never heard of inside voices, not throwing pillows and not jumping on beds. Deep Breathes.
