Slight Change of Plans

We left Charlottesville this morning and drove to Skyline Drive in the Shenandoah National Park, which was lovely, but you know? Trees and mountains, mountains and trees. (I'll be posting some pictures.) We got to our hotel in Luray a few hours too early to check in, and by the time it was time, we realized there was absolutely nothing to do there (and nowhere to eat), and we were booked for two nights. Hmm. So we canceled that reservation and drove on.

Tonight we find ourselves in Hagerstown, Maryland, just up the road apiece from the Antietam Battlefield, which we'll tour tomorrow and then head home. What can I say, we are Civil War dorks.

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Yesterday's picture that wouldn't send from the iPhone sent itself the minute we got away from the hotel network -- no idea what that was about -- and here it is:


This is what we bought from a street vendor Wednesday night, a red one for me and a white one for Hubs. Here's what we've been seeing in our travels:

Despite several large signs proclaiming that "Virginia is McCain country!", we have seen slightly more Obama signs than McCain, which has been interesting. Also after we came down off Skyline Drive and were in the real boonies, we saw virtually no political signs of either kind, but once we hit Maryland, we started seeing them again, again, a pretty fair balance. It's Friday, and they're still up there in the front yards, on fenceposts, and so on. It's a fascinating thing.

Oh, and the other sign I saw today that I never expected to see in my life?


Take me home country roads! We passed through West Virginia for twenty minutes between Virginia and Maryland. Thank god the Hubs has a gifted sense of direction, because if I were here on my own, the only way I'd ever get home would be to call him and have him come and get me.

Our lovely offspring, for whom I have been collecting dork history swag at every stop, is a little irritated that we're coming home early. Aw, poor thing. I realize that she has dull parents who never go anywhere and leave the house to her all alone, but you know, it's our house and we live there. And we're bringing her presents. And I miss my own bathroom. (You know how it is.)

Okay, I'm posting and then diving back into the Supreme Court, as it were; it's the book I'm reading. I hope I sleep even remotely like a human being tonight.


WATCHING L/O :: ENTRY #1903
READING: The Nine by Jeffrey Toobin