Today was unlike most days of my trips -- it was mostly walking. The
morning and early afternoon were spent in Washington DC and Arlington
(there at the National Cemetery), before a stop for lunch and then into
Pennsylvania. And unlike General Lee and his troops, we weren't turned
away at Gettysburg with any sort of blood or gore.
The alarm went off, but much to my
overwhelming okay-ness, Tubby went and turned it off.
8:02am
Tubby nudged me awake (by holding a pillow over my head, again).
8:21am
With all of our luggage lugged
to the car, the only thing left was to drop off the key to the Motel
6 office. Of course, given Tubby is weird about making a fuss about
anything, ever, he didn't mention and of our colorful experiences
whilst in room 240:
Upon arrival, we were greeted with a fan or air conditioner
that made an annoying, and loud, mechanical knocking noise. Curiously,
too, was that with the air conditioning running, it was still
hotter in the room than it was outside.
Tubby investigated #1 and found that the thermostat cover is
missing, exposing the mechanics of it (but not electronics --
it wasn't that modern).
Robin noted the absolutely filthy air filter in the room, which
was more a sheet of dust and grime versus a permeable filter substance.
Wandering into the bathroom, I discover the toilet doesn't seem
to flush. Investigating, it seems the water doesn't fill the tank
since the flapper doesn't completely close. The flow of water
is constant.
Tubby noticed the drain cover in the shower is not attached
to the floor in any way.
He further noticed the temperature of the water seemed to dip
down the longer it was on... but then it would shoot back up,
even higher than before. (Robin had the same observation.)
We all noticed the shower door randomly falling open whilst
in the shower.
Robin noted the mildew on the shower knob/faucet thingy
The towel rack was separating from the wall (apparently not
properly installed into a stud or similar attachment).
The TV had obvious burn marks in the plastic case, as though
either something was set on fire on top of the TV, or the TV was
pulled from a burnt room.
The nightstand's pressboard origins were exposed from the laminate
(cosmetic, but in the greater scheme of things, worth noting,
just for fun.)
This, of course, replaces our previous Worst Motel 6 Experience,
which had, until tonight, been in Sharonville, Ohio on Day
10 of the Central America Tour (Monday, 14 October 2002)
8:29am
We popped by the mini-mart for a Diet Pepsi for Tubby, given his
apparent need for caffeine.
8:34am
And from there, we hopped onto Interstate
95 north to Highway 50, and the opportunity to sit in commute traffic
into the Capital.
9:18am
We touched down in the capitol, and continued to navigate around
a bit to find a parking spot. Of course, knowing this was going to
be a big morning, we needed to seek out a close place, within reason.
9:33am
We found a spot on New York between
17th and 18th Streets, but discovered the meter was out of order.
Not knowing the protocol for this, the plan was to leave and hope
for the best.
9:36am
Robin suggested we just move the car to an empty spot forty feet
away, which had a working meter. Tubby looked confused, but I agreed,
and grabbed the keys and did the car-moving deed.
They've been holding a vigil
since 1981? Impressive. Tubby dated someone born in 1981. But
not relevant here...
9:50am
We begin taking our various Washington
DC photos. I won't narrate them all, because honestly, no one
really wants to read that much, and I... am very lazy.
11:08am
Heading back to the car, we found this
sign on a Jeep Liberty to be somewhat fitting.
We got back to the car and hit the road again. We wandered around
a bit to see this and that.
12:01pm
Crossing the Potomac River into Virginia,
we found ourselves pulling up at the Arlington
National Cemetery. And there's a number of graves and monuments
here, so we gave it a wander.
1:32pm
After paying the $1.25 for parking (it's $1.25 an hour, or a fraction
thereof, so I can't explain why it wasn't a total of $2.50), we wandered
around a bit more.
1:48pm
Back across the river into Washington
DC, we began creeping along 16th Street north toward the interstate.
Very slowly.
2:41pm
We find ourselves peckish, and pop into Bennigan's, on Greenbelt
Road, in Greenbelt, Maryland, for a greenbelt bite to eat.
3:48pm
All done and having left Dean a FrankPen
(one of the new ones I've not even posted to the FrankStuff
pages yet), we were back in the car and on the interstate again.
5:06pm
We cross over into Pennsylvania.
Hurrah! Soon after, Tubby comes to the realization he left his Eeyore
sweatshirt in the rancid Motel 6 room. Rather than distress about
having to talk to those folks ever again, I gently suggest we just
to go Disneyland and get a new one. He liked this idea better than
the one involving a phone call to the motel.
5:29pm
We wandered around York,
first laid our in 1741, and its own county by 1749. A few this of
historical note took place here relative to the forming of what is
now the United States.
5:48pm
This
was swinging itself along as it waits for the trash man. A bit
sad, really, I thought.
5:58pm
Turning our attentions to the west,
we both saw the sun quickly escaping behind the horizon, and in the
same direction, Gettysburg. We proceed to cross those 30 or so miles
at 45 MPH, give or take.
6:37pm
The trip was a bit longer than I'd expected or hoped, and a misleading
sign had us going the completely opposite direction, which didn't
help. As it was, the Visitors Center closed at 5pm, so we definitely
missed that. (And a thanks to Sue for looking that up for us -- it's
a bear being disconnected from the 'net at times.)
7:03pm
We found the right place, and took
a few pictures of Gettysburg
before the reality of low light kicked in. When it was too dark, a
coin toss was made, discarded, and I decided we forge ahead.
8:32pm
Arriving in Gettysburg, we stop for a comfort break, and then delve
into locating accommodations for the night.
8:38pm
After patiently waiting in the Motel
6 lobby for at least give minutes, Al informs us that the place is
booked for the night. We thought, Motel 6, booked? Since when? Not
a good sign.
8:42pm
We find room at the inn... Days Inn, room 215. James, the desk guy,
informs us "why" rooms are scarce.. apparently the Hershey
(something) car show is in town right now. And given we're right near
Hershey, Pennsylvania, that all makes sense. But he cut Tubby a break
on the room, so it wasn't too bad. (And, we don't have any of the
11 issues noted from Motel 6 to content with here, either.
8:53pm
Settled in (well, all the stuff is
hauled upstairs), Tubby and I venture out in search for soda and petrol
for the auto.
9:04pm
Petrol has been addressed, and with only a little driving today,
the car took only 8 gallons. Yea! While I pumped gas, Tubby lightened
the shopkeeper's load by the order of four 20-ounce Diet Pepsis. (Did
I mention we have a fridge in the room?)
9:38pm
We get back to the room, and begin
the task of updates, whilst keeping an eye on a handful of shows on
TLC and the Discover Channel.
1:31am
Updates completed and random silliness done, things are going to
start posting to the server whilst I bathe myself in the sink.
1:47am
Posting done, bathing done, all done.
Nighty-night, kids!