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I was hoping that the Airbus A380 that I'd bagged on the way from Dulles to Arlington was a sign that I'd be able to put my foot down and fly down the road to the Outer Banks via Norfolk to get the kids and Mistletoe for a three-hour run home to Raleigh. After all, it's a Sunday morning and there shouldn't be a whole of traffic out there until the afternoon, right? Ah, yes.…
It's time to head out and make the grand circle tour from Dulles to the Outer Banks and then finally on the way to Raleigh. But first, it was finally time to tank some petrol for the short run to Arlington National Cemetery to visit Dad before heading off to get the kids and Mistletoe. At the petrol station, I'm sure I scared the hell out of the guy at the pump next to me…
After a lovely kielbasa and some pop (yeah, I know...haute cuisine in our nation's capital!), I've made it down the mall to the National Museum of American History and sit down on the bench to get a feel for what's on display. I was really interested in visiting this museum for one artifact in particular...a 1948 Tucker Sedan. The Tucker is a special car amongst petrolheads as only 51 of them were ever built thanks…
After making it round the Capitol Building, I arrived at the National Gallery of Art. The Gallery is actually split into two buildings so I started with the smaller East building which is connected to the West building via an underground tunnel with a fascinating light display. The architecture of the buildings is stunning but the treasures of artwork on display even more so. I've always liked Henri Matisse and Auguste Renoir but I'll confess…
We're now into the "bonus" day which is going to find me wandering round the north side of the Mall starting at the Supreme Court and Capitol Hill and then working my way down the Mall toward the White House. I will say that finding Weihle-Reston East station via the surface streets does still tend to be a bit more of a miss than hit...today I missed a turn and ended up overshooting Weihle-Reston East…
After a whole heap of walking through the galleries and now having an extra day to play with, I decided it was going to be a early trip back to the hotel and some more quality time with the Jacuzzi tub in the room. Between me and the blissfully warm water and the jets was a hour-long trip on the Silver line back to the Weihle-Reston East terminus. One thing that struck me as I…
