Day 2, Williamsburg to Glendale, VA

It rained. And then it rained some more. And just for good luck, it rained a boatload more. For five hours. On me. It alternated between pouring, deluge, cats and dogs, and “where’s the ark?” For the first three hours, I was reasonably happy. Enjoying myself. No, really. But there comes a point where booties just become water weights. Where you feel your feet sloshing around in a puddle inside your shoes and it’s not so delightful. When you look down and notice your hands are way to pruney it’s not so much fun anymore. And it’s hard to avoid …

Day 1, Yorktown to Williamsburg, VA

I know, I know. I didn’t get very far. But the start is the start is the start and you only start once. And I started. Though it feels like I’m starting twice because I’d stayed in Williamsburg the night before and now I’m back. Due to a mishap of planning, or what some people would call an ‘idiot forgot something and needed to go buy a replacement PLUS still hadn’t finished quite packing’ move, we didn’t really get to Yorktown until 1:30. By we, I mean Ray, Christy and Stella the dog. This was my send-off party. We turned …