The next morning I headed off to Mount Vernon and saw the original Washington monument. It was a giant stone structure with a spiral staircase inside. From the top you could look around in every direction.
Next it up it was a trip over one of America's superhighways.
The next day I picked up right where I left off, in the middle of a sea of rocks. I danced around every size rock you could imagine, all the way to the state border. I guess I was wrong earlier, NOW I'm in the north. Oops.
After crossing the border the trail was amazing. It was flat for miles with little babbling brooks and pretty wooden bridges going over them. There were shelters every two or three miles and they were meticulously maintained. I made it a point to stop at everyone of them and take a break.
Of course all things must come to an end and the trail eventually headed upward again, with rocks. In the afternoon I spotted this mysterious corpse in the middle of the trail. If I had to guess, they are the bones of a hiker who twisted an ankle on a bunch of sharp rocks, thought help would arrive if they just stayed put, but instead was devoured by ants until their bones were picked clean. That's my guess. On a lighter note though, I finally got a picture of a butterfly. I've been trying for awhile now to no avail, but this little fella was sitting directly in the middle of the trail and didn't fly away when I stuck my camera in it's face. Maybe it was the one that picked the hiker's bones clean and was so stuffed it couldn't fly away.
By late afternoon the clouds that had been threatening rain all day finally opened up, but I had just made it to the meet up point with my father for the night so we dashed back to his RV and remained dry. Well, as dry as you can be when you are covered in sweat.