The Little Review (littlereview) wrote,
The Little Review

Greetings from Petersburg

No poems while I'm traveling -- it's too complicated to keep straight what I've already posted, sorry. I spent the early part of the day fighting with an Avery template to print address labels for Adam's Bar Mitzvah thank you notes, then panicked, sent the kids to the pool, packed, and got out of the house as rush hour was ending, which was the perfect time to brave I-95 South.

It wasn't yet dark after 9 p.m. when we reached Richmond and met dementordelta for ice cream. Then we headed on to Petersburg, where we'll visit the battlefield in the morning before heading to Charleston -- after tracking down rubber bands for Adam's braces, since he somehow managed to lose his package of them between our house and the motel. I am hoping the CVS in town has them; if not, it may be an interesting (hah) day tomorrow.

Here are the last of my Baltimore photos from last weekend:

Seven Foot Knoll lighthouse, a screwpile lighthouse moved into the city once a land-based tower was built nearby, now part of the Baltimore Maritime Museum.

The wheel of the Lightship Chesapeake, also moved to the Baltimore Maritime Museum after duty protecting sailors.

The imposing USS Constellation is the newest ship to join the maritime museum's passport-ticket system, though it is the oldest of the ships in the harbor.

It is relatively rare for a ship with taller masts than the Constellation's to visit, but the Cisne Branco is one of the largest to dock in this part of the harbor.

Here is Federal Hill seen through one of the Cisne Branco's life rings.

And here is the Cisne Branco from the bridge of the Chesapeake.

Birds nest on top of both the USS Torsk and the USCGC Taney. Here is a small visitor to the latter.

Hibiscus flowers have been planted all around the Inner Harbor.
Tags: trip south 09

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