Having reached our destination, the wedding, we turned homeward.
We stopped to see a friend here, a relative there, but kept a fairly steady slow pace south. Still preferring the back roads, we found US 29 south of DC to be too busy, so we got on 15 and 20 and found ourselves outside Montpelier, the recently restored home of President James Madison.
Nestled up against the Blue Ridge Mountains, the estate is beautiful – and was kept that way by DuPont heirs. But despite the fact he was once one of the wealthiest men in Virginia and can rightfully be declared the intellectual force behind the creation of the Constitution, the grave markers of Dolly and James Madison are modest and show signs of repair.
We continued down along the valleys and drove along the Blue Ridge Parkway. The mountains are called that because they are usually draped with a blue haze, water vapor. But this time the sky was as clear as we had ever seen it, and we estimated we could see for forty miles.