Lemonade out of lemons

We went for an early morning walk on the beach.

These tiny burrs got into Boomer's fur and my sandals, we
never figured out which plant they came from.

We were very disappointed that we could not stay on Assateague another night but Don said he wanted to see the National Air and Space Museum just outside of Washington, D.C., so we headed straight there from Maryland.  The drive was pleasant—lots of small farms and roadside produce stands—until we hit the beltway.  The museum was definitely worthwhile.  It is a huge warehouse filled with planes, rockets, and various assorted equipment spanning the history of aviation and space travel.

You could spend a day there and we spent a very pleasant couple of hours.  There is a lot of interesting trivia—such as a review of Hitler’s Luftwaffe and its contributions to aviation.

I also was interested in the personal hygiene of the astronauts because you cannot help but wonder about this as you look at the tiny space capsules that they lived in for days or even weeks.

We had hoped to go to Charlottesville but the traffic leaving D.C. was so terrible that we took the first exit promising camping, and we are here at the very pleasant Bull Run campground.  This is a Virginia park.  It did not provide the peaceful experience we have come to expect in the public parks because it is in the flight path for Dulles International and there is a popular shooting range next door.   Nevertheless, it is quite nice.  It is nearby, but does not include, the battle site.  Apparently that is down the road.  Perhaps we will have a chance to see it tomorrow.

191 miles, Bull Run Regional Park Campground, Centreville, VA, N 38°48.403’ W 077°28.704’