Chesapeake & Ohio Canal
We were up at 4:00AM to drive to Columbia. The flight and all about it went smoothly. The only hitch was that Donna told her friend Sally to meet us at the Alamo counter at Dulles, trouble being there is no counter at the airport, Alamo is off-site. Fortunately, by the time we figured out where Sally’s Metro bus would stop, it was just arriving. We picked out our Pontiac G6 and headed west.
Brunch was at the Cindy-Dee Restaurant just over the Potomac River into Maryland in a small town called Knoxville. The food was pretty good, but I wouldn’t recommend you drive out from DC just to eat there. (As a side note, I won’t be keeping track of the money spent eating out during our trip, can’t really count it as eating out because we have no choice in the matter.) We were on our way to Sally’s sister’s house for Easter lunch, but Sally informed us that lunch meant 2 to 3 PM so topping off the stomach at 9:30AM was a good idea.
After they got home from church, and while the food was cooking, Donna, Sally, Sally’s brother-in-law and I went a half mile back down the road they live on, to an entrance to the Chesapeake & Ohio Canal for a walk. It was a very brisk walk, in more ways than one as the temperature was probably in the upper 30s with a good breeze. After getting back from our walk we had a wonderful free form Easter lunch, that if we had 60’s soul music playing in the background, could have almost passed for scene from the Big Chill. There was Donna and I, Sally, her sister Suzie, Suzie’s husband John, John’s sister Peg, a neighbor of theirs in Georgetown, Suzie and John’s daughter, one of her friends and her friend’s mother.
At around 5:30 Donna and I were running out of steam, so we took our leave and drove back to DC. Sally managed to direct us back to DC without incident, but after arrival, it took us three circles of the tricky roads near the Key Bridge to actually find the Holiday Inn parking entrance.
Tomorrow, the three of us will be doing some touristy stuff, you know, see some monuments, and if we get going early enough maybe we’ll see President George come out to get the Post in his bathrobe.