Day 17: Washington DC

The Fool left the Red Roof Inn, heading into the District of Columbia. The wind was against him -- 35 mph worth. The Fool entered the District like Peter Sellers in "Being There," awestruck by the impressive landmarks. After passing the Capitol Dome, the Washington Monument and the heavily-guarded White House, he reached the Lincoln Memorial right at sunset. He sat on top of the monument's edge, his feet dangling in the orange-colored light. "Ahh!" he sighed, "this is what this walk is all about."
About 3 minutes later, his butt started freezing to the concrete wall he was sitting on. He jumped up and walked through Georgetown to get to the Chesapeake and Ohio (C&O) Canal trail.

The WF camped on the seemingly quiet Potomac river, thinking he was out of the government sector. He became nervous when he found out from the one of his friends that he was actually less than a mile away from the Vice President's house. To add to his fears, helicopters rattled over ever 20 minutes or so, spotlights scanning the area. The Fool hoped he wouldn't get spotted.

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