Journey to the capital: Mount Vernon and the National Cathedral

After our stop at Colonial Williamsburg, we made our way through lovely Alexandria, VA to George Washington's homestead.

The first part of our trip had been rainy...dreary...cold. I feared we were beginning to grow mildew.

Tuesday dawned bright and sunny, with blue skies, a nice breeze, and 60 degree temperatures. Glorious. I felt like singing...and I may have. You'll never know.

After doing a whirlwind tour of Mount Vernon on my first journey two years ago, I've been completely content to spend the majority of my latest two visits sitting in the sunshine on the back porch looking at the Potomac River. Absolutely delightful. Makes me feel like a Washington.

{If this were the view from my back porch, it'd be okay with me.}

{I like to think that we inspired those folks to sit and chill for a while, to be more like George. You're welcome.}

{Mount Vernon is very pastoral and farm-y. Right up my alley.}

{Bus 3's fearless leaders}

After wallowing around in as much springtime gorgeousness as we could stand, we drove on into D.C. I don't care how many times I see it...I think I'll always be excited to see the Washington Monument peek over the horizon. We have such a wondrous capital.

The National Cathedral was our first stop. It was as beautiful as ever, despite all the work going on to help repair the damage from last year's earthquake. 

{The entire building is made out of stone, as all good cathedrals should be. Just magnificent.}

{Netting has been strung up over the whole cathedral to catch any potential falling debris shaken loose by the earthquake.}

{Gargoyles are most unattractive. I'd be lying, though, if I said my hair had never looked like that when I first woke up.}

We did lots more this day, but I'm officially tired of working on this post. I've got things to do and sleep to get. More later!