March on Washington

Hey y'all.

On Sunday morning, we all took a minivan taxi from Annapolis into Washington, DC. On the way, Peg Peg was discussing where all of the good shopping can be found in D.C., and even included specific Metro stops in her descriptions. Our cab driver, Walt, said, "Man! I'm glad I'm not married to you." I think that's the hardest I laughed on the whole trip. But since Walt had a shaggy ponytail, pants that hadn't been washed in a week, and no sense of direction, I think Peg Peg really dodged a bullet there.

We walked for miles around the city, checking out the monuments, elbowing our way through the museums, and stopping for frequent snack breaks.

I would like to say that the highlight for Laney was the chance to experience a new and vibrant city, with more people on the second floor of the Air & Space museum than live in all of Montana. But no. The highlight for her was the carousel on the National Mall... just like the one at home, only far crappier and way more expensive. As soon as we saw it, your dad and I just turned our wallets upside down and shook 'em out, 'cause we know how this story goes.

And here's just a little of what we saw on Sunday and Monday:

Boa Constrictor skeleton - Museum of Natural History

Amelia Earhart's plane - Air & Space Museum.

NOTE: You do not need to pick up a visitor's guide if you go to this museum

with your dad, because he can stand in the foyer and identify every aircraft.

silver tree sculpture - National Gallery of Art Sculpture Garden

("Graft" by Roxy Paine)

Korean War Memorial - 19 statues reflected in the black marble wall

to make 38 total. The 38th parallel divides the Koreas.

Mr. Lincoln

On the plane home Monday afternoon, I asked Laney, "What was your favorite part of this trip?" She said, "Mmm... Peg Peg!" I reminded her about the pirate cruise and the carousel. She said, "Yeah, still Peg Peg." High praise, indeed.

Thanks to Laney and Hagen for being so sweet on the trip, and thanks to Peg Peg and Tex for their help, and thanks to your dad for pushing that $9 stroller all over Creation.

That's a wrap on this vacation.

Love,

Mom