Early in the day, I go to the White House. A pleasant half hour walk. A march is scheduled for noon. I watch people assemble, I listen to speeches. I take photos. It's been a while since I have been to a peace rally.
In the late afternoon we set out for a hike along the Capital Crescent trail. We leave DC behind and make our way along the tow path of the C&O Canal. Between the trees, we catch glimpses of the Potomac. The greenery is different here. More southern. Though the birds could be straight out of Wisconsin.
We march along, briskly, engrossed in each other’s stories, and in the deep warm colors of a fading sun.
And so we lose the trail. Somewhere, on mile 6.5 we should have turned toward Bethesda. We are, instead, by the water’s edge. How far can we continue like this? Hundreds of miles. The canal is long. We’re already in Maryland.
We turn in search of a metro stop. There aren't many out here.
It’s good and dark when we get home. Thankfully, at the end of the day, there is always a terrific meal to be had here. With a side dish of goat cheese grits. Because, well, it’s the south.