While traversing Virginia last month, we pulled over about 60 miles outside of D.C. for a little wander. Sometimes the best parts of a road trip are the ones that spontaneously happen. I’m a Type A planner when it comes to travel, so having a husband who forces me to just relax and take things as they come is crucial.
Especially when you’re traveling with a six-pound fur child who loves nothing more than being outdoors.
Surprisingly, it was pretty difficult to find a place where we could roam freely, as there were “private property” signs posted everywhere, but eventually we found just the spot.
We got out, took a stroll, fought off clouds of gnats, snapped some photos, watched Ella do a swan dive into the river to chase a goose that was taunting her, then once again were back on our merry way.