The hyacynth bean arbor at Monticello. We hijacked an innocent jogger to help us find the University of Virginia dome that Jeff-erson also designed. It would have been fun to hear the conversation at her dinner table that night.

This was one of the most tender stories we heard along the battle route in Fredericksburg.
Mt. Vernon where this charming lady was ready to have me thrown into the Potomac when I innocently asked her if it was true that a "bunch of women" had saved Mt. Vernon from destruction after Washington's death. She converted me to taking more stock in my gender before we finished our visit.













Path to the Potomac, Washington crypts, and roasted crisp, most delicious apple ever dipped in honey.