Annapolis to Williamsburg to Bowie to Arnold to Richmond and back to Williamsburg

It seems that campground wireless is too slow to do much with flick'r or blogs. Sean and I are at the rental house on Mistywood stealing someone else's wireless. Thanks, neighbor without concerns for security!

I have painted most of the ceilings upstairs. I stopped in the middle of the last room, when I finished the first bucket of ceiling paint. I'll finish the remainder of the ceilings in the morning while we wait for the dishwasher delivery.

We had a blast last week at the American Heritage campground outside Williamsburg. Next week, we'll be in the Colonial section of the KOA campground near there. AH had concrete pads on which to park, a nature trail, a dog run, and a pool. The KOA campground has grassy/gravel/mulch pads, a nicer pool, a colorful dog run with fun obstacles, and a jumping pillow.

This is what it looks like when we camp:



Bridget continues to read those stupid Warriors books. Noah, however, makes me proud. That's 1984 he's reading. Notice the completely unchewed sandals next to Patches. Good dog, Patches.

Patches went all OCD on us while we were there. He started to collect stuff and store it in his bed. By the time we moved the bed, he had amassed two pieces of paper and a chewed up plastic spoon.

Of course we had to visit William and Mary. We parked by Bryan Complex and walked up through the Sunken Gardens:



We stopped at the Wren Building and were fortunate to find it open and staffed by a sweet docent willing to share stories and talk about children's fantasy literature, her dissertation topic. Here are my favorite people and dogs on the steps of the Wren Building.



This is what the classroom in the Wren building would have looked like if they had accepted bratty eight year olds who refuse to get their hair cut, even after chopping off half their bangs at a 45 degree angle.



Is he cute, or what?

The Wren Chapel is pretty. Did you know that coat of arms came from New York? Me, neither.



Bridget poses with the rather ordinary cross that caused all that fuss a while back. The descriptive plaque has not been updated to include that story. That was disappointing because I would have liked to see how they summed it up in a sentence or two.



The dogs stopped for some water. Who knew they could drink from a bottle? Would it disturb you to know that Noah shared the bottle with them later in the day?



Have you ever seen anything that cute? I know I haven't.



Life -- that is, Noah -- imitates art.



"Dude, you spelled the word wrong."



And why is there a non-Colonial army on DoG Street?



Gotta' pet the horses. It's required.



Oh, so that's why the army was there.



Isn't that tree in the background pretty?

How cute are they?



That's it. We're done.



I haven't uploaded the next set of pictures yet. That should include Water Country USA and the sad and frustrating baseball tournament.

Peace.