Remember during the 1st episode of the 2nd season of House of Cards... Frank and Zoe are just having yet another annoying argument in the Metro and then all of the sudden he.... well... you know.
Our DC experience was nothing like that.
But there was travel drama!
Let's go back to the June afternoon that we drove from Williamsburg to Washington DC....
(Insert flashback mystery music)
We were driving from Williamsburg to Pohick Bay Regional Park in the Washington DC area. As the journey came to an end, we got off the interstate and took the ramp around a blind corner that would take us under a bridge.
It signaled, very clearly, that this bridge had a maximum clearance height of 13 feet, 4 inches.
Mark saw the sign right away and immediately uttered, "Oh shit...."
Mark started braking.. and at the same time trying to do the math -- how many inches is 13 feet 4 inches?
April said, "What?!? What's the problem"
Mark stammered out, "Bridge...I think its too short"
Mark frantically searched for someplace to bail out, and avoid the obstacle...there were no options.
"What are you talking about", April was annoyed.
"I think we are going to hit that bridge with the top of the camper...we are going to rip off the air conditioner." Mark blurted out.
To brace for impact, April decided to offer no help whatsoever except to grab the "oh shit" handle and to pull on it so hard that she lifted her body up and out of her seat.
Mark didn't have the heart to tell her that this act would in no way lower the height of the fifth wheel dragging behind them.
As we came under the bridge we waited, and listened, and braced ourselves for crash and shudder that would indicate massive roof damage to the camper and loss of an air conditioner. A moment.....that did not happen.
We cleared the 160" bridge without a problem.
We have since measured and our camper is 159."
April snapped a picture of Mark's elated disbelief.
First stop - the Smithsonian National Air and Space museum. We'd like to say it was really cool. We should say it was really cool - since it had tons of rockets and missiles and planes. But what we really want to say is that it was super crowded. Ew.
Mark hates crowds, but loves gatherings... LOL... so we walked across the National Mall to the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. Dinosaurs, mummies, and bugs! Oh, my! Happy children!
We had no idea what the sign pictured above meant. So, we proceeded to the ticket booth to ask directions (and get a ticket). After purchasing our VRE and Metro tickets from the least helpful ticket booth attendant in the history of mass transit, we caught the final commuter train (VRE) into the city.
Unbeknownst to us, we boarded the train in the "Quiet Car". Yes...that's a thing. Fortunately, 3 out of 4 family members are capable of being fairly quiet.
The one working the camera below does not do well with "Quiet".
We told him to "Hush up and be grateful for your forefathers, son! Respect their foresight and your country! Your life is a cakewalk and wait until you have to really DO something in this world and effect change! Then you'll see the power of hard work!"
Kidding. We didn't say that... we just ignored him like the hundreds of other children licking the floor in boredom.
We hear you, Mrs. Cate... we hear you!
Sensing yet another opportunity to rescue damsels in distress Mark hopped out of the truck and gave the 81 year old woman a lesson on angles, steering wheel hand placement, and the proper use of rear view mirrors.
Another group of ladies saved from distress by Mark's manliness.
Anywho, Chadwick's in Alexandria has delicious burgers, including an option to make your own burger creation. Andrew made his own burger, The Meatinator, which included ham, swiss, ketchup, and bacon. Burger success.
As we told our tales of DC adventures and mastering the Metro, James, a lifetime resident of the area, informed us that the DC metro is a death trap and a complete and total mess that should be avoided at all costs. He cited instances of random fires, random beatings, random crashes... and random flooding leading to electrocution.
Turns out the Metro is just as dangerous as Zoe Barns would lead us to believe it is. House of Cards.
Done with city life, we're heading to the home of Mystic Pizza ... Mystic, Connecticut.