DC - the Smithsonian Museums
May 5-11
We’re near Washington, DC at Lake Fairfax County Park in Reston, VA – the only RV park we can find in the DC area. We want to visit some of the Smithsonian museums and see my brother, Larry, who lives in Alexandria. I call Larry and invite him to dinner; he’ll take the Metro after work and Steve will pick him up at the Metro Station nearest to where we’re staying. It’s on the way back from the new Smithsonian Aviation Museum at Dulles Airport, where Steve will spend the day while I hang out at home at get dinner ready – salmon croquettes from Alaska wild-caught salmon given to us by our Scottsdale neighbors. They gave us several packages; we froze it and this is the last package. But we don’t realize how awful DC traffic is. Larry arrives at the metro station at 5:30; he and Steve don’t get to our RV home until after 7 p.m. We make the trip to the same Metro station the next morning to go to the Smithsonian and it takes us 15 minutes. We eat and have a nice chat with Larry until 10 p.m., then drive him back to Alexandria rather than sending him home on the train.
Steve, of course, wants to visit the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum; I want to see the new Museum of the American Indian; we arrange to meet at 3 p.m. to walk together to the American History Museum. The American Indian Museum is outstanding in architecture and content. Opened just a month ago, the museum presents living culture rather than merely a historical record of how Native Americans once lived. Featuring representative tribes from across the U.S., the exhibits document how they preserve their culture and traditional customs while living in the contemporary world. The design of the museum recalls the Guggenheim in New York, with 4 circular floors overlooking a central atrium; each floor is accessible by elevator or wide stairs that spiral upward.
From D.C., we are traveling to Fredericksburg, MD to visit Steve’s younger brother, Merritt, and his family – Crystal, his wife, and their 4 kids. We spend 2 days with them, then head up to Doylestown, PA so that Steve can see his mother, who is frail and bedridden and not always lucid – but she still shows the occasional spark of wry humor that makes Steve laugh.
We’re near Washington, DC at Lake Fairfax County Park in Reston, VA – the only RV park we can find in the DC area. We want to visit some of the Smithsonian museums and see my brother, Larry, who lives in Alexandria. I call Larry and invite him to dinner; he’ll take the Metro after work and Steve will pick him up at the Metro Station nearest to where we’re staying. It’s on the way back from the new Smithsonian Aviation Museum at Dulles Airport, where Steve will spend the day while I hang out at home at get dinner ready – salmon croquettes from Alaska wild-caught salmon given to us by our Scottsdale neighbors. They gave us several packages; we froze it and this is the last package. But we don’t realize how awful DC traffic is. Larry arrives at the metro station at 5:30; he and Steve don’t get to our RV home until after 7 p.m. We make the trip to the same Metro station the next morning to go to the Smithsonian and it takes us 15 minutes. We eat and have a nice chat with Larry until 10 p.m., then drive him back to Alexandria rather than sending him home on the train.
Steve, of course, wants to visit the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum; I want to see the new Museum of the American Indian; we arrange to meet at 3 p.m. to walk together to the American History Museum. The American Indian Museum is outstanding in architecture and content. Opened just a month ago, the museum presents living culture rather than merely a historical record of how Native Americans once lived. Featuring representative tribes from across the U.S., the exhibits document how they preserve their culture and traditional customs while living in the contemporary world. The design of the museum recalls the Guggenheim in New York, with 4 circular floors overlooking a central atrium; each floor is accessible by elevator or wide stairs that spiral upward.
From D.C., we are traveling to Fredericksburg, MD to visit Steve’s younger brother, Merritt, and his family – Crystal, his wife, and their 4 kids. We spend 2 days with them, then head up to Doylestown, PA so that Steve can see his mother, who is frail and bedridden and not always lucid – but she still shows the occasional spark of wry humor that makes Steve laugh.
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