Today we awoke to another torrential downpour, which we responded to by going to brunch at the legendary Busboys & Poets in Washington, DC. After steeling ourselves against the rain and cold, we began our long trek out West!
Then we turned around because we forgot our snacks.
This might not something that Lewis and Clark would have done, but then again we were relying on a Honda GPS and not a first-person authority like Sacagawea.
Once we were finally on the road – we had to stop for gas.
When we really got going, on what shall surely be known as America’s Latest Roadtrip, we found that we were captivated by the sights and sounds of Western Virginia. At least, we would have been if we could have seen them through the rain.
Thankfully, the rain did let up for long enough that we were able to shoot a very quick picture at the entrance to Shenandoah National Park. And then a member of our group used his boy-scout-like preparedness to climb up upon that sign. Is that legal? None of us stopped to wonder, because we were so overcome with our love for the National Parks.
We then got back in our cars and headed down towards Jefferson National Forest, where we drove through some very intense fog in search of vistas. Luckily, we found a few, and were only lost in the fog for about an hour and a half. Which is nothing is comparison to what Lewis and Clark must have experienced. Probably Horatio, too, right?
We were able to finally stop for sustenance at the historic (?) Texas Tavern in Roanoke, VA, where we ate cheesy Western’s galore, in honor of both Westward Expansion and John Wayne, who we all agreed would have loved the road trip so far.
As we got back on the road we tried desperately not to think about the fact that we were missing the very most important item on the schedule, as we drove right through Mad Men. PLEASE DON’T TELL US WHAT HAPPENED. THANKS.
We arrived in Greensboro, NC just after midnight and were in town for a full 12 minutes before we had to stop at CookOut and have mint cookie dough milkshakes.
After sating our long-enduring need for a milkshake with any of forty flavors, we pulled up to our hotel, where our wonderful friend Ted was waiting with open arms and a stern expression. He had expected us at 8:00pm and we had very much missed that goal.
We had the opportunity to marvel at the majesty of the mountains in the mist, draw each other close in the cold and the rain, and dance a jig at 2500 feet.
A day that will be hard to beat.
Tomorrow we head back to Guilford Campus, where we will be walking around, reminiscing, making tshirts and (hopefully) interviewing students and teachers! If you are on, or near campus, please join us from 11-2 in the Greenleaf!
See you tomorrow!