Being Touristy:
Shortly before my job started, The Pit and I took a little weekend trip to the Shenandoah Valley. Our bed and breakfast experience was only so so, but the natural wonders of the area made up for it. First of all, we saw a bear climbing a tree. I took some incredibly blurry pictures, which I won't even bother presenting here, since there is no way to actually determine from my photography what the brownish smudge in the middle of the greenish blur actually is. You'll just have to take my word for it, bear in tree = awesome.
We also toured the most amazing giant mile-long cave. I can't believe this place isn't more widely advertised as the the best landmark in Virgina, because it's definitely worth the drive and the price of admission. The pictures we took really don't do it justice, but Luray Caverns was absolutely spectacular.
Shortly after our underground adventure, Rob came out for a visit, and we drove up through Annapolis (eating at deli puzzlingly named a delly) and over to the Eastern Shore of Chesapeake Bay. There we stopped in a little town called St. Michael's, where we took a boat tour of the bay, complete with oyster dredging and exciting archeological finds. We also saw some bald eagles, which was pretty neat. I guess I'm a bad American, as I didn't realize they even lived on the East Coast. After our trip on the good ship Krenz, the boys had an enormous table full of crabs for dinner. I wish I could show you the picture, but somebody (ahem Rob) has failed to upload his pictures to the web.
To make up for my poor knowledge of our national symbol, the next weekend The Pit and I made our way to Mt. Vernon, the home of our illustrious first president. And to call this a home would be a rather large understatement. Apparently Mr. Washington was filthy rich for his time, and owned a giant plantation and mansion on the shore of the Potomac river. Today some historical ladies society operates a small portion of the old fields, and the best part of the trip was taking a picture with huge donkey named Moose. Behold:
I believe this concludes our touristy summer travels. Next post, I will update you on our new lives as hip urban professionals. We've been out! To the city! I didn't even die!
