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Washington DC Adventure

After gobbling up some sick-nast year-old wedding cake (generally traditions that take up precious freezer space for a whole year with very little benefit piss me off, but he insisted) Chris and I took a much needed vacation to Washington DC. The location was my choice this year, since the honeymoon in Jamaica was Chris's idea last year. So, I choose a place I have wanted to explore for a very long time. Sure, we could have packed our bags to Australia or Peru or Japan, but there has always been this little voice inside me yearning to learn about our history, as Americans. And as much as we tried to see everything, we just couldn't...even though we visited for a week! I will attempt to space out the pictures, but here are a few of the highlights!

After our Capital Tour (and in between rain storms!)

Hughes H-1 Air and Space Museum

Mr. Blackwell with the original Wright Flyer - every Aerospace Engineers' dream!

Skylab 4 capsule - Natural History Museum...just kidding, Air and Space Museum.

An original Apollo control panel from one of the simulators.

I guess I went a little black-and-white crazy, huh?

I'm starting to see a trend...Air and Space Museum.

We rode our bikes to the Jefferson Memorial for sunset. I think this was my favorite monument.

Looking back at the Washington Monument from the Jefferson.

We spent most of one day at Arlington, the feeling here is indescribable.

Dulles Air and Space - Discovery sits idle after 150 million miles.

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