September 13, 2022.
We are eight. A
grandma, her middle son, his wife and five children. From those who have rambled over foreign soil to
those who’ve not set a pinky toe on an airplane, we are set for ten days of
exploring our nation’s roots. From
Washington DC to the Revolutionary City of Williamsburg, to Jamestown and
Yorktown, we travel to experience and learn, but even more, to spend quality
time together.
Our inspiration, as well as travel funds, are a legacy from
my parents. I spent much of my childhood
exploring the highways and byways of this country, reading one brown sign after
another. I dedicate this blog to them. They gave both roots and wings, as well as
the courage and strength to use them.
An early departure from PDX, with a very short layover in
Las Vegas, brought us to the Baltimore airport.
A short thunderstorm was in the process of clearing as the night skies
lowered, leaving a sauna-like atmosphere as we took Uber rides to first a local
chicken and waffle joint, and then to our hotel in DC, where we finally crashed
at midnight.
Day broke way too early through the parted drapes in my
room. Two sweet girls slumber away on
the sofa bed just a door away. Reflecting
on the past 24 hours, and looking ahead to what lies before us, we’ve already
had some great adventures and experiences, I can’t wait to see how the day unfolds. But first, coffee.
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