Today we toured George Washington’s home at Mt. Vernon. It was a fabulous tour, and very informative. Pam was particularly impressed with the working farm and all the work and planning that Washington had put into it. We were able to see the original Arnold Friberg painting of Washington Praying at Valley Forge. There was again more to see than we could fit in, so we grudgingly headed off.
It wasn’t a very long drive from DC to Mt. Vernon, but we were in the car a bit longer before we made it to our next stop, Jamestown, where we learned that Disney films are not entirely historically accurate. I was shocked to learn this. Right. So Pocahontas, at the time the ships arrived, would have been a bare-skinned ten-year-old covered in bear grease. And Grandmother Willow doesn’t talk. At least not anymore.
We did get to board and explore replicas of the three ships that carried the first settlers in Jamestown, saw how dugout canoes were fashioned, and saw examples of daub and wattle constructions. I also learned that daub has the same Latin ancestry as adobe.
We had German food for dinner, and then checked into our hotel. Tonight was laundry night once again. That will allow me to start at the Jamboree with everything clean. Today was also another really hot day. We haven’t really had anything else since we got to the east coast.
Also, Jamestown put us just a smidge short of actually seeing the Atlantic once again. C’est la vie.
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