Feel the Fury! Feel the Fire!

Feel the Joy and GO GO GO!

Yes, that's right folks, it's time for the weekend long ride/run. I'm still in recovery mode, so today was a shorter ride, but it was glorious! Too bad you weren't there! Maybe next time....

Today's ride was down to Mt. Vernon. Incidentally, you can't actually get into Mt. Vernon with your bike, in case you were wondering. At least it didn't look like it. The big burly (and nice) police officer at the gate didn't seem inclined to let me ride around and show the Washington's my sweet ride. Well, since you missed all the fun, I guess I'll take you on a shorter version. I should make you stand to watch so that you at least get some exercise! HA!

You might almost miss this tucked away site - it's almost under the 495 overpass, but I'm sure it had some historical significance to save people from the dire dangers of landing in Maryland or something like that. It's the Jones Point light house. Yup. It's an imposing and awesome sight, not to be missed.


Somewhere along the way, if you're paying really close attention to the ground, and not looking for other bikers, walkers, or little children that aren't paying attention, you might notice the memorial "F", which marks very carefully where Frank the Forlorn bonked on last week's ride. It's ceremoniously been marked with a carefully positioned electrical tape "F".

If you continue riding, you'll eventually get to a little cabin at the end of the trail were some famous washington socialites or something lived. Can't remember what they did, but it was probably important.
Sometimes we'd rather look back on things and I hear that hindsight is always better. Let's give it a try....


Any better? Well, anyway, there it is, the path to Mr. Washington's big house. It's really pretty, and probably worth checking out if you like antiques, history, and being in the presence of greatness - if you're into that kind of thing. So anyway, I got back on my bike after a Lara bar and some Gatorade. (Good thing the Brits didn't have Gatorade back then!) The picture that's missing here is the bald eagle that flew over me and circled for a bit. Apparently I didn't look tasty enough, despite having recently porked up with said Lara bar and Gatorade. He carried off some other poor soul that should have kept moving.

I guess the final sight that's worth sharing is fort what's it's name, which protected lots of polluted water from people with ill intentions. It was run by General whosywhatsit way back when. I think they through rocks through the holes in the walls or something. Maybe they just taunted people in boats from the top wall with some outrageous accent! Here you go. You can almost see it clearly through the Washington Haze. (Not to be confused with cannon fire smoke, which may also have been present long ago. )

Now you just wish you'd been there don't you! Admit it, you do. It was fun!