A President’s Day to Remember. Whew!
Though I certainly had hoped to be reclining in my own bed at home, I write to you from a Holiday Inn on the border of Ohio and Pennsylvania. Why am I here? Well, let's start at the beginning. Phil and I decided to take a weekend trip to Washington DC, since he had never been there, and he had a long weekend due to President's Day. How perfect, no?
Well, after a weekend of seeing all of the touristy sites, we got a late start to our last morning in DC. But wanted to stop by our favorite president's memorial before leaving town. So, we stopped by and paid our regards to Mr. Lincoln, drove by the White House, and then hit the road around 12:30PM.
The slight drizzle on the highway was a bit annoying, but kept me entertained as long as I had my camera. It was when the light drizzle turned into freezing rain and then suddenly into six inches of snow that it became a great, big, terrifying issue. After taking three hours to get through Pittsburgh, and barely managing to stay on the roads, we pulled off the highway (fortunately not flying off the highway) and decided to check in around 10PM for one last night in a hotel.
I can't help thinking this was supposed to be a terribly romantic end to the weekend. You know, snowed in at a hotel against our will? In a movie? Oh my, yes. Very romantic. In real life? Gaaaah!
Why can't all transportation be as quick and easy as the metro system in DC? (-Says the non-commuting visitor to the city!) Tonight I will probably dream of hopping on the metro rail from DC and getting off at a stop in Canton, Ohio. Oh, that would be the day.











