See – I told you I wore my hair just like George Washington’s yesterday.
It made the day that much more special to know he and I shared the same ‘do.
On a more serious note, it was pretty amazing being at Mt. Vernon. Even if it was Columbus Day and the crowds were thick. We kept to the outdoor portions of the estate and made very abbreviated stops at points of interest, but even so, we were able to fill three and a half hours very easily. This is the kind of place you can return to again and again and always see/learn something new.
The kids filled out little puzzle pamphlets a tour guide handed them as we went. Ginger was very keen on filling hers out as the guide had promised her she could collect a “trinket” at the gift shop if she completed everything correctly. Ginger is enthusiastic about this sort of thing and took the assignment very seriously.
I had read that George Washington was an avid farmer, and so I was most interested in seeing the gardens. Virginia’s mild climate ensured there was still plenty blooming even this late in the season.
I was surprised at the number of exotic fruit trees I saw. The girls and I spotted lemons, oranges, key limes, bananas, grapefruits, and pomegranates:
You can tour the house, too, but only with a guide, and with the crowds so thick and the tours booked up for hours, we decided to save that for another day.
We did wander the grounds, though, and I loved that there were people sitting on George Washington’s back porch, admiring the view.
Here’s what they were looking at – the lovely Potomac River…
…and Ginger, still chipping away at her puzzle pamphlet.
There’s a nice museum and interpretive center on the grounds, too, with an entire corner devoted to George Washington’s teeth.
It was a very popular corner. People seem to be fascinated by his dentures, and the girls and I read an entire children’s book devoted to the topic, years back. It was a very interesting book.
I feel bad for George Washington, though. He must have suffered horribly with his teeth.
Ginger and Pepper collected their pressed pennies (the promised “trinket”) from the gift shop, and we crossed the Chesapeake Bay back into Maryland for our final night’s camping at Tuckahoe State Park.
Conditions were very primitive as indicated by these bathroom facilities…
Not really. This was the sign for the trail to the bathrooms. The bathrooms, themselves, were in a well lit and heated building. But it did make us wonder when we first saw the sign.
And so, now, we are on our way home. We have six hours to get through as many states (welcome to the East Coast), and then we will back at the little red house with Mr. Wa likely scolding us for being gone so long.
Ginger is ecstatic. The rest of us are quietly weeping.
But we are sad that this is our final day on the road.
Passing through Delaware, where the corn looks to be mostly harvested…