48 hours, three historical sights, and a dozen birds of prey
This past April, my parents gave me the reins and complete autonomy to plan a 48-hour trip somewhere on the east coast to do in lieu of Easter…*everyone in the audience is thinking, “they should’ve known better”*. I’m sure while they had no idea what was coming, they probably had an inkling it would a) not be relaxing b) take them to at least one obscure historical site c) be overly ambitious and difficult to execute.
So for all of you travelers out there, here is exactly how to travel through every part of Virginia, hit two President’s homes, visit the mash up of Stonehenge and the White house, and go to a falconry in exactly two days:
So guess who’s never allowed to plan literally anything for the family again?