Wrapping up my vacation blogging...
Unfortunately for us, our activities for our last day in DC for all outdoors. Some things we had planned to do that way, while others (like the memorials and the paddleboats) had been pushed to Friday because of threatened bad weather on other days. Bad weather that didn't deliver, alas, except on the one day I really needed good weather. Ain't that life.
Unfortunately for us, our activities for our last day in DC for all outdoors. Some things we had planned to do that way, while others (like the memorials and the paddleboats) had been pushed to Friday because of threatened bad weather on other days. Bad weather that didn't deliver, alas, except on the one day I really needed good weather. Ain't that life.
First up - the National Zoo.
It's part of the Smithsonian, although its located somewhere near the rest of the Smithsonian museums.
It's also home to a metro stop boasting freaky-long London-sized escalators.
I've always been more than a little freaked by the height of those escalators. But when you place the two most important things in my life on these escalators... Holy. C.R.A.P.
As for the Zoo - well, the buildings themselves open at 10am, but the gates open at 8am, and you can start seeing most animals then. The animals are best in the morning, and while we didn't make my 8am arrival, I was pretty pleased with our 8:30 arrival. Alas, it was raining. Pretty much non-stop. And we only had one umbrella. We tried to buy a second, but the only ones for sale in the zoo were $30. Carl and I decided to get wet.
I loved watching them grab a new bamboo branch, break it apart, and dig in.
Too adorable for words!
Even the boys caught the Panda Fever, and they were as thrilled as I was.
I'm not sure if it was the rain, or the early hour (since the zoo isn't posted to open until 10), but for a good 15 minutes, we were the only ones watching Mei Xiang and Tian Tian. It was like I finally had my very own Giant Panda.
Loved it!!
There's also an indoor panda section, so when the rain really started to fall, we moved indoors to watch them.
Where they.. played with toys!
The little nine-year old girl in me was in seventh heaven.
We also had a change to visit with the Red Pandas, including Rusty.
Rusty had made the news week before our vacation because he had escaped his enclosure and was spotted walking around the Woodley Park neighborhood. A fellow panda fan spotted him, and posted his whereabouts on twitter, and he was soon picked up by the Zoo folks. It was a fun story to read, and we were curious if we would have a chance to meet Rusty.
We did, and we met his Rusty-watcher. One poor Zoo employee is now on twenty-four hour Rusty viewing duty, until the permanent improvements to his home are made. They had cut some branches and added a bit more fence, but apparently, Rusty lives up to his feisty red-headed nature, and is one determined little panda.
We visited all the other parts of the Zoo, like the birds, the sea lions, the children's center, the tigers, lions, and (missing) bears.
But as far as we were concerned, this was the Panda Museum, and the rest of the animals were somewhat extraneous.
After lunch, we headed to the White House, since the rain had finally stopped
The boys (and Carl) really enjoyed playing "spot the secret service agent on top of the White House" game. Play along with us!
You can't take tours of the White House because of the sequestration, but the National Park Service is still operating its Visitor's Center, out of a temporary spot. Which meant... passport stamps! And a Junior Ranger program. There was a communication issue with Alex, so only Ryan did the Junior Ranger program.
Another highlight for us was the Boy Scout Memorial, located on the grounds of President's Park.
We then started the long hike towards the Jefferson Memorial.
This was a long, long walk, past several monuments we wanted to visit, like the World War II Memorial, and the Lincoln Memorial, and the (closed) Washington Monument. The Lincoln Memorial and the World War II Memorial are seen below, as we walked (somewhat) past them.
But we were trying to make it to the Jefferson Memorial in time to rent a paddleboat, to go around the Tidal Basin.
We made it in time, only for Carl, Alex and Ryan to decide they needed to go to the bathroom first (having skipped the facilities I used back at the White House area). Of course, there are none even remotely close nearby, so I waited almost 30 minutes for their round-trip visit by the paddleboats. They made it back with three minutes to spare before the last paddleboat could go out, so all was well.
And all was well, for a good fifteen minutes.
It was lovely, and while Carl thought it was more work than it needed to be, the boys were pretty happy.
Then we felt a drop of water fall.
And another drop of water.
And then a whole lot of water started falling.
And then it was pouring, and our paddleboating hour was abruptly ending.
We huddled under a covered area off the boat for about 30 minutes, trying to decide what to do. Boys were upset, and crying. It was cold now. We were drenched. There's no public transportation over to the Lincoln Memorial. We're on the opposite side of the tidal basin from the Jefferson Memorial. Its now 6pm, and we're getting hungry. The metro stop is a good 15 minute walk, in the opposite direction of the memorials. Oh, and there are no taxis to be found. What to do?
I've always been more than a little freaked by the height of those escalators. But when you place the two most important things in my life on these escalators... Holy. C.R.A.P.
As for the Zoo - well, the buildings themselves open at 10am, but the gates open at 8am, and you can start seeing most animals then. The animals are best in the morning, and while we didn't make my 8am arrival, I was pretty pleased with our 8:30 arrival. Alas, it was raining. Pretty much non-stop. And we only had one umbrella. We tried to buy a second, but the only ones for sale in the zoo were $30. Carl and I decided to get wet.
First up: the pandas.
I've been in love with giant pandas since I was a little girl. My bedroom walls were covered with panda bear posters up until they were replaced with Simon, John and the rest of Duran Duran. And my love of pandas? It started the summer after my 3rd grade, when my grandmother took me for a girls week to Washington DC. We stayed with my Aunt Lalla at her fabulous house (she of the two awimming pools and a pinball machine, and their neighbors were newly-electwd Vice-President George and Barbara Bush). We had a private tour of the White house, we saw 'Annie' at the Lincoln Center, we had a 3am tea party while we watched Lady Diana become a real, live princess, and I saw my first giant panda. That week is one of my strongest early memories, and I recall practically every detail. And the pandas were my favorite part of all of it. I say all of this, because I had some pretty fierce expectations for these pandas. The pandas I last saw four years ago in San Diego were asleep the whole time we were there, and I was Bummed.
But these pandas today... Oh wow...
Not only were they awake, but they were active.
We arrived just in time for their breakfast, and it was a sight to behold.
I loved watching them grab a new bamboo branch, break it apart, and dig in.
Too adorable for words!
Even the boys caught the Panda Fever, and they were as thrilled as I was.
There's also an indoor panda section, so when the rain really started to fall, we moved indoors to watch them.
Where they.. played with toys!
The little nine-year old girl in me was in seventh heaven.
Rusty had made the news week before our vacation because he had escaped his enclosure and was spotted walking around the Woodley Park neighborhood. A fellow panda fan spotted him, and posted his whereabouts on twitter, and he was soon picked up by the Zoo folks. It was a fun story to read, and we were curious if we would have a chance to meet Rusty.
We did, and we met his Rusty-watcher. One poor Zoo employee is now on twenty-four hour Rusty viewing duty, until the permanent improvements to his home are made. They had cut some branches and added a bit more fence, but apparently, Rusty lives up to his feisty red-headed nature, and is one determined little panda.
We visited all the other parts of the Zoo, like the birds, the sea lions, the children's center, the tigers, lions, and (missing) bears.
But as far as we were concerned, this was the Panda Museum, and the rest of the animals were somewhat extraneous.
The boys (and Carl) really enjoyed playing "spot the secret service agent on top of the White House" game. Play along with us!
You can't take tours of the White House because of the sequestration, but the National Park Service is still operating its Visitor's Center, out of a temporary spot. Which meant... passport stamps! And a Junior Ranger program. There was a communication issue with Alex, so only Ryan did the Junior Ranger program.
Another highlight for us was the Boy Scout Memorial, located on the grounds of President's Park.
This was a long, long walk, past several monuments we wanted to visit, like the World War II Memorial, and the Lincoln Memorial, and the (closed) Washington Monument. The Lincoln Memorial and the World War II Memorial are seen below, as we walked (somewhat) past them.
But we were trying to make it to the Jefferson Memorial in time to rent a paddleboat, to go around the Tidal Basin.
We made it in time, only for Carl, Alex and Ryan to decide they needed to go to the bathroom first (having skipped the facilities I used back at the White House area). Of course, there are none even remotely close nearby, so I waited almost 30 minutes for their round-trip visit by the paddleboats. They made it back with three minutes to spare before the last paddleboat could go out, so all was well.
And all was well, for a good fifteen minutes.
It was lovely, and while Carl thought it was more work than it needed to be, the boys were pretty happy.
Then we felt a drop of water fall.
And another drop of water.
And then a whole lot of water started falling.
And then it was pouring, and our paddleboating hour was abruptly ending.
We huddled under a covered area off the boat for about 30 minutes, trying to decide what to do. Boys were upset, and crying. It was cold now. We were drenched. There's no public transportation over to the Lincoln Memorial. We're on the opposite side of the tidal basin from the Jefferson Memorial. Its now 6pm, and we're getting hungry. The metro stop is a good 15 minute walk, in the opposite direction of the memorials. Oh, and there are no taxis to be found. What to do?
Well, we made the rather unpopular decision to skip the memorials, and head back to the hotel. Our afternoon had been much of a bust, but we couldn't see any real good way to remedy the disaster. I still can't quite believe we didn't see the big memorial up close and in person. Neither can my little Lincoln fans.Oh well. C'est la vie. There will be other trips to DC, and the memorials will be the very first thing we do on our next trip.
Once we got back to our hotel, we arrived in time for happy hour. After numerous free glasses of wine and Shirley Temples, popcorn, and carrot sticks, we discovered we could order half price appetizers from the restaurant, and have them delivered to our happy hour table. So our dinner that night ended up costing us a whopping $15, which started to make all of us just a little bit happier, on our last night of our vacation.
A few packing hours later, and we were ready for our early am flight back home. Or so we thought... One 45 minute delay after another turned into an almost twelve hour wait at the airport. Not cool, Southwest Airlines. Not cool. If we hadn't found this plus to keep the iPad going, ... yikes.
Still... we had a fantastic vacation, and would highly recommend just about everything we did to others. Just with some better weather.
