I was hoping to see the cherry blossoms this year. But, as this Web site says, “Crowds are an integral part of Washington DC’s cherry blossom season.” And I hate crowds.
Not to mention the fact that, on a picture-perfect Spring day, I’d rather be riding than doing just about anything else.
Besides, I knew I’d be driving to Baltimore on Tuesday for an annual check-up, and I figured I could drop in to DC on my way home.
Doesn’t look bad, right?
Not up close. But check this out.
Did I forget to mention that it was raining? And windy? A bit chilly, too.
Looks downright depressing, doesn’t it?
There was still color to be seen.
And some unique sights. If you are observant like me.
The throngs of people there this past weekend didn’t get to enjoy the sight of wet petals plastered to every surface did they?
But wait, it gets better.
When’s the last time YOU caught a couple of OCPD monks in the act? Have you ever? Now, I can say I have.
Since I arrived just before the start of the infamous DC rush hour, and it was raining, it took me two-and-a-half times as long to get home as it would have had there been no traffic.
Maybe next year, my timing will be better.