"So by now I don't have to tell you that D.C. roads are on crack.
I had a friend who went to D.C. for the first time and
got so turned around she ended up at the white house.
She stopped the car, broke down in tears and refused to move until
her friends came and got her. Silly non-grid, east coast roads."
- Lindsay Edward
I don't own a GPS. By the time we left Utah, Brandon and I had been in residence for over eight years, and so felt no need to pay $150 for something that told us things we already knew. I had navigated my way through Vienna, Bratislava, Prague, Munich, Halstatt, Venice, London, Cairo, Salzburg, and Istanbul without the aid of anything more than my own map-reading ability and directional sense.
Recently, I started looking into one.
One Saturday night, Brandon and I headed way out into the suburbs to attend the DC temple. I looked up various ways to arrive, and settled on the simplest route. We made it with no problems, and headed back chatting cozily as we wound through forest lining the Potomac river. And then we came to a bridge, but it was one bridge too soon. I realized we had turned too soon as we went under the bridge we were supposed to be driving on. But it was fine; I knew where we needed to be going - across the river - and the bridge was just behind us. All we needed was a place to turn around and we'd be back on our way.
We didn't quite make it to the White House, but we passed the Kennedy Center, traveled through Rock Creek Park, passed the zoo, passed the zoo again, saw Dupont Circle, the National Mall, the Washington Monument (very handy to navigate by), the Jefferson Memorial, the cherry trees along the tidal pool, and the Pentagon on our way home. All of which we hadn't seen on our way in.