This weekend I’m getting my sea (okay, river) legs with a short weekend trip down the Potomac on my sister’s boat. I’m happy to report that there has been no puking over the side as of yet.
Today we cruised down the river for a bit and then stopped at Mt. Vernon. Little known fact: if you come by boat and park your dinghy on the wharf behind the house, you can forego the $15 admission fee per person. As long as you’re willing to step over the chain that says Closed.
I had been once before with the parents, but we had spent so much time in line to go into the house (by the end we had formed a comrades-in-arms type relationship with the people next to us) that we didn’t get to see everything else.
This time around I really enjoyed chatting with Lady Washington while she worked on her needlepoint. No, seriously, she was very good. That might have been the highlight, until we were walking through the museum and I happened to see this sign:
I’m not even going to try to improve on words as profound as these.