Our last weekend in Washington D.C. and—shocker—it mostly rained. This wasn’t just the warm drizzle that one might enjoy on a veranda with a newspaper and coffee. It was the torrential kind that makes it miserable to poop on the dock if you’re a dog and your name is Oscar. It soaks fresh laundry between the car and the boat if your name is Dana It also causes massive flooding in the area, which if you live on a boat should not be a big deal. When those floods deposit flotsam and miles of shoreline detritus, however, it makes things hazardous (and gross). At one point we could’ve stepped off the deck and done a polka on the stuff that collected in our slip, except we don’t know how to polka.
The huge silver lining—which outweighed the storms—was that Shannon arrived, putting the family together again. She brought along her boyfriend Ryan, who handled us quite nicely. The sun even came out one day while he was with us.
Mallory got out of her on-campus apartment and into her off-campus apartment just in time to come home for the first bit of the Loop. It literally took 1 1/2 hours to drive the six miles from the marina to Georgetown to pick her up the last time. We could’ve gone faster by boat. Did we mention that Washington traffic is absurd? In large part that’s because the Metropolitan Police Department’s main job involves parking squad cars with full lights in the middle of crowded roads for no reason other than to mess with already-irate drivers. It’s amazing there aren’t road-rage incidents every minute.
On our last night at The Yards we enjoyed the view from our front porch one last time. Overall it probably wasn’t as bad as our posts might suggest, but we’re happy to be on our way.