Trip Start Jun 03, 2008
72Trip End Aug 12, 2008
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We changed Tourmobiles and headed into the National Mall area and whizzed around the monuments, sights, noteworthy buildings, statues, parks and the like faster than you could go click! click! Fortunately, we had on and off privileges so, we hopped off at Union Station and went in for a bite. A completely restored operating rail station is also a trendy mega mall of restaurants and shops. We found a great spot on an elevated portion in the middle of the grand entrance. Clarkism: Kids, did you know the 18 Mythical Statuary's that encircle this room were once nudes? They are all now holding shields in front of themselves called "modesty shields" due to some public outcry". Were these men hiding something special? After all, there were certainly many other anatomically correct gentlemen statues in this city that escaped censorship. Ellen found it curious that they had to cover their ankles with petticoats, but their art seemed to be very revealing then, and now that we walk around with most of our bodies showing we are all too worried about showing men anatomically correct.
We hopped back on the next Tourmobile and proceeded through the dizzying battery of sights
We rolled into space E-12 at Aquia Pines Campground just before midnight, exhausted, after this frenzy of patriotic cultural touring. We were numb for many reasons. First, we had really walked and worked hard. Second, it was a long day. Third, viewing cemeteries and memorials all day isn't exactly energizing. We found it to be very contemplative, as it should be. Finally, for us anyway, DC has a buzz, an energy that is nearly overwhelming. The crowds, heat, constant deafening air traffic, unending screech of sirens, police whistles, and honking horns. The drama of the city is big and ever present, from the young aggressive wannabe politicians to those that are trying to sell them something; from the disenchanted homeless to the angry protesters . Collapsing into bed, we can only imagine what tomorrow has in store for us.