We made it to Washington, D.C.! We spent the day in Virginia, which is ridiculously quaint. Even along a major interstate highway, there were picturesque farms with real red barns, grain silos in weathered stone, white clapboard churches with steeples reaching for heaven, cow-dotted hillsides -- looking like the whole scene was dressed by the Virginia Film Board.
We meandered a bit more than yesterday, detouring to the Blue Ridge Parkway for a time. We visited a huge steel-framed star atop Roanoak Mountain, and took roller-coaster roads back down to the interstate.
When we headed into D.C. across Arlington Memorial Bridge, the girls squealed as we sighted the Washington Monument, and I confess, I squealed a little, too, because it meant we were almost at the hotel where I could collapse!
Tomorrow begins the real adventure -- trying to negotiate between my mom, the two girls and my sister and brother-in-law in deciding what to do first! Ah, family vacations. . . .