And they said Valley Forge was cold...

For fall break, C and I (along with Gramma and Grampa) traveled to glorious Washington, D.C. to savor the sights and sounds of a resplendent autumn in our nation's capital. That was the plan, anyway. At just over 40 degrees and raining nonstop--and did I mention shearing winds?--about the only thing we savored were our winter coats. Clinging to the adage that 10-year-olds rarely notice the weather, we forged bravely on. George would have been proud.
Savoring a meatball sub before hitting the metro!

Posing by the fountain at the National Gallery of Art. (Note that C is working to supplement his allowance by dipping in to the water's bounty. Hmmm.)

The Thinker. 'nuff said.

Here C poses tentatively in front of the only Leonardo da Vinci painting to grace the entire western hemisphere. I say "tentatively" because he had just accidentally backed into it, bonking his head against the frame. Those security guards are nimble folks!

Tired but happy and finally warm... back on the plane home to Utah. Thanks, Gramma and Grampa for sponsoring a once-in-a-lifetime adventure! We didn't even mind the snoring!