PHOTOS FROM GEORGETOWN LOOKING ACROSS THE POTOMAC RIVER.

 A few days ago, husband and son visited Georgetown in Washington DC. They took these photos.

They are looking across the Potomac at Rosslyn on the Virginia side. The Key Bridge disappears into the darkness on the right.

The next photo shows the Kennedy Center all lit up. To the left is the Watergate Complex. These are on the Washington DC side of the Potomac.

The same scene a little closer.

One last photo looking towards Rosslyn, with a plane making its way to Ronald Reagan Airport, which isn't very far away down the river.

We haven't been into DC for a long time and are way overdue. We have always enjoyed going to the Smithsonian Museums, walking around the city and along the Potomac. Years ago, when we were first married, we took our bikes into the city, leaving our car at the Pentagon parking lot. We drove across the Memorial Bridge and made our way alongside the Potomac many times, loving all the impressive sights along the way. We changed our routes, sometimes making our way passed the Lincoln Memorial, passed the Washington Monument and up to the Capitol Building. We haven't had bikes for several years now, but we still drive into the city to look around, although not for quite a while.  

One funny memory to me in our bike-riding days, and one I may have mentioned before as my memory is getting shorter and my blog is getting longer. We passed two young marines jogging along the Potomac and without us realizing, started reenacting the tortoise and the hare. We would pass them, and they would pass us in one direction, and then we would pass them again, and they would pass us in the other. Two very friendly and polite young marines who said hello each time, with a smile and a wave at the slowpokes who were by then running out of gas, figuratively speaking. It took us longer getting back to our starting-off point and by the end of our ride, were always very glad to get back to the car.  It was also usually hot and humid when we went out, something that I have never gotten used to even today.  

I am very thankful to my husband and son who took these photos, not only because I enjoyed each and every one of them, but because they brought back some lovely memories.