Sure, it wasn't quite as much driving as we'd done going straight from Virginia to New York, but we didn't leave New Jersey until 3 p.m. because we'd been having such a great time. In the morning, the grandma of Emily's friend, a practicing lawyer in her seventies, brought us bagels, a weekly family tradition. Then we went to a mall so that Emily could get shoes (we had been doing a lot of walking). We went back for lunch, and finally said good-bye. Emily let me take the wheel about halfway into it, and I settled into the rhythm of the New Jersey Turnpike. Above is the Susquehanna River, which we passed under the lowering clouds of a steady rain.
The sky cleared dramatically as we neared Washington D.C., and we got to watch a spectacular sunset.
The Mormon temple made a perfect picture. Despite all the cars here, we really didn't hit much traffic at all, which is fairly unusual for the area, I'm told. We didn't get lost, either, which is also fairly unusual, I've also been told.
Frank and Lolly, my first cousin twice removed (as we determined) and his wife, welcomed us with dinner and warm beds. He is an international law lawyer, and she is a photographer who used to freelance on Capitol Hill, and I'd never met either of them, but was quickly very glad that I had.
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