We found ourselves back at the Burg with enough time to head to the Visitors Center where Uncle Hobble is the supreme head honcho in charge of almost everything. As such, he asked Thomas Jefferson to step across the centuries for a chat and a family portrait which appears below.
After dinner and perhaps a glass of wine or two, Lorri has been known to get the urge to get up and dance. I don't get that urge so Lorri picked on Malarie and Jacob, who actually look like they were having fun! Go Grandma Lorri!
Sadly, the Fillings had to leave Sunday to back to work and school and basketball and lacrosse and all that stuff, so Lorri and I had a couple days to kill by ourselves (the supreme head honcho is usually working, bossing people around, drinking coffee, etc.) before returning to San Diego.
We heard a rumor the George Washington was in town on Monday so we decided to go see the Colonel. The year in Colonial Williamsburg is only 1774, so George had not yet become the Supreme Head Honcho of the United States. In fact the States were barely united. He had no idea what was in store for him.
These are the Governor's Palace and grounds.
Colonel Washington implored us loyal citizens of Virginia to stop buying goods imported from Britain. I was going to tell him that that ploy didn't work very well but I figure he'll find out soon enough.
Colonial Williamsburg Christmas Scenes
The Grand Illumination would not occur until after we left but many of the buildings in CW were already decorated for the season.
We were out driving around and ended up here and since we were here we thought we'd go on a short hike. It turned out to be a pleasant stroll on a groomed trail along a tributary creek to the York River. It was nice to get out in the crisp autumn air, feel the crunch of dry leaves underfoot and get a little exercise.
One day while Bob was at work, we went out and got a Christmas Tree. Later, after Bob was finished bossing people around and decided to come home, we all had a fine time decorating the tree and tipping a little wassail.
Alas, all good things must end. On Wednesday, November 30, we reluctantly left Williamsburg for the long trip back to San Diego.
