The next day, we started out fairly early (around 8am—that is early to me) to catch a train to the DC light rail. That was a bit adventurous.
Not knowing the area, we had to guess at which station to go to. The first guess was a bust—a little shack by the rails at the end of a residential street. The train only stopped there a couple of times a week—and today was not that day. So we headed to Guess #2, which turned out to be a good station—but the last train for the day at that place had left fifteen minutes before we got there.
On to Guess #3, which was 30 miles or so from the hotel. And it did not involve a train at all—just the light rail. But that turned out well, and we got into the Smithsonian area without a hitch.
And the camera came out immediately! What views! I had to take one with my cell and send it to a few people—there was a crane and a huge pile of dirt in front of the Capitol building—I sent it with the caption, “They’re really shoveling it today at the Capitol!”
The day started out cloudy but comfortably warm, and went quickly to partly-cloudy and a bit on the uncomfortably-warm side. That didn’t last for long, however.
We visited several museums, had to leave a lot of the others. So much to see and read. Paul wanted to see Ford’s Theatre, and I wanted to go to the Hard Rock Café for lunch. So we started looking for the former, which turned out to be right next door to the latter! Unfortunately, Ford’s Theatre was closed. So we had lunch and I bought a shirt.
The weather was definitely changing, and not for the better. I welcomed the cooler air, but the wind had picked up and the clouds had recombined. That could only mean one thing—rain on the horizon.
So we figured we’d better see the rest of the outdoor stuff before the clouds broke. Heading towards the Washington Monument (still closed due to earthquake damage), the rain started to get a little more steady, but workable. Heck, we’re Oregonians. Nothing new here.
But by the time we got down the hill and into the WWII Memorial, it was definitely coming down in a more serious manner. And here we were—again—without umbrella or rain protection of any kind. And getting wetter by the minute.
The Lincoln Memorial was just down a tree-lined path, and so we figured we could make it without getting too much wetter. Ha! The trees afforded some coverage, but it was raining (and thundering, and lightning-ing) so hard by then that no one had a prayer to stay dry.
Got up the flooded steps to the Lincoln Memorial and found that he had a LOT of company. Probably over 100 people looking out of the porch, shivering, watching the rain come down. That lightning sure put on a heck of a light show too!
We walked around the perimeter of the memorial to the back, took pictures, and by the time we got to the front again, the rain had let up. So we decided we ought to get to the White House before the heavens decided to soak us again.
Nice walk, but a bit squelchy. Our shoes were drenched again.
Saw the White House, took pictures, and headed for the Metro station through the city streets. And the rain came down again. Once again, we were soaked by the time we got on board.
Driving back to the hotel, Paul got a call from his friend in Chesapeake. Actually, his wife. There was a tornado watch in effect, along with a flash flood watch. So, of course, whenever I saw a cloud with a point at the bottom, I figured there was where the tornado was going to form. Nervous? Oh just a…lot…