After my visit to Mt. Vernon earlier this day, I went back to my hotel and took a nap. I wanted to visit Old Town Alexandria and the Monuments at night, but I was exhausted. When I woke up, it was too late to gain entrance to any place I wanted to see in Old Town so I planned out my route to the Mall at night. As I’d had success getting to the Soldier’s Cottage earlier in the week, I felt fairly confident I could get where I needed to be without a hitch. WRONG. Some event must have been going on that night because the street where I needed to turn was blocked off by two police cars. Uh-oh.
I got SO LOST after that. I know I was a hazard and to the people who live in DC, I apologize for my stupidity. I circled the roundabouts like carousels, before spitting myself out into some unknown neighborhood and found myself in Dupont Circle and beyond. There didn’t appear to be any places to pull off to the side of the road to get my bearings to I sallied forth in the dark to God knows where. I could have been in Baltimore for all I know.
After an hour and a half of being lost, I found a lettered street and slowly crept back toward the White House where I eventually found the same two cop cars blocking the same street I’d needed earlier. Not wanting a repeat of my miserable buggy ride, somehow, don’t ask, I got to Constitution, abandoned the car at the curb and headed like a zombie in the direction of the Lincoln Memorial. Would it even be worth seeing it at this point? The dark walk alone through the Vietnam Memorial was a little intimidating.
When I finally saw the Lincoln Memorial, my mood improved greatly as the beauty of the memorial wiped away my previous fears and I stood entranced looking up at it. On my way back, I caught the breathtaking view of the Washington Monument lit up in the Reflecting Pool, and eventually the Monument with the Capitol in the background. Yes, I was glad at that point that I’d gotten out of the car.
I’d wanted to tour all the memorials that night but my head hurt so bad I thought my left eye ball was exiting through my ear and that an Aspirin might be appropriate. Also I didn’t feel comfortable being alone after midnight so I decided to leave having just a few snaps of the Lincoln Memorial and Washington Monument lit up at night.
I got back to my hotel at 1:30 wondering what the heck had just happened to me. I took that Aspirin and promptly fell asleep.
I have just 3 photos, but I'm proud of them considering I had no tripod and I was still a little in shock . . .