Yesterday was a foggy day in Washington. But the gloominess of the forecast was made a bit brighter by a day off work, the birth of my newest tiniest little friend Calder, and another item checked off my bucket list. Pursuant with my bucket list, I climbed (ok elevator-ed) to the top of the Washington Monument. When I moved to Washington in 2012, it was still closed from the earthquake that struck in 2011 and didn’t reopen again until this spring, which didn’t give me a ton of time to cross it off my list!
While the monument was closed, I did manage to go up to the top of the Old Post Office (RIP since its sale to Donald Trump), but the views from the clock tower truly pale in comparison. From the top of the monument, I felt like Charlie in Willy Wonka shouting, “Grandpa I can see our house from here!” from a glass elevator. So in lieu of my usual ramblings, here is my view of Washington, from what used to be the tallest building in the world–and still is the largest freestanding stone structure (I am a nerd for useless trivia).
PS–Hilarious pictures are coming from my going away photobooth–wink Jon please email them to me kthanksbye