Little Bear's Adventure's
Off I Go!
At least that's what I thought! Beth took me to Colonial Williamsburg in July and I was so excited to ride in a carriage!
With Real Horses!
If that baby can ride in one, then why not me?
"It's too expensive!" Beth said. She put me in a toy carriage that was sitting on a hotel windowsill. There was no driver and there were no horses. It was not a bit fun.
Watching in Williamsburg!
I guess I wasn't really tending. I was observing. There was a lot to see in Colonial Williamsburg. This was my first time in Virginia!
Split Rail Fence
I kept a safe distance as I watched from on top of this split rail fence.
Those sheep were nibbling away, at I don't know what. So I figured I'd stay out of the grass... just in case. I was ready to scramble over to the other side if they got near.
In truth, I really wanted to curl up and take a nap with this one. I could have gotten lost in that curly wool... and it would have been cozy!
Hot or Cold?
It almost looks like I'm sitting on some ice, but it was early July and in the '90's.
At least there was a little breeze, as you can see by the flags... which have been at half mast, most of July. Nobody was sitting on this sun-baked bench that wrapped around the monument. It was too hot for tourists, especially those wearing shorts.
But when we moved to just the right spot, I could sit in the shaded grass and look up at the monument without even squinting. The monument makes a very, very long shadow!
Where Am I?
I look like I've come to the bottom of a giant stone slide. Or maybe this is the curling tongue of some beastly statue.
But I am really sitting at the base of one of many Ionic columns, that surround the President, inside the Lincoln Memorial. It is a very good place for viewing.
At least for a while, when it's early.
When the crowds began to fill up the building, I begged Beth to move me.
I asked Beth to put me up high, where it was safe. I wanted to sit on Lincoln's hand. I wanted to watch all the people below. I wondered what Lincoln would think of these crowds, who had come to see him. But Beth couldn't reach.
I invited my new friend to share my watermelon beside the pool. It's the 4th of July after all!
A Few Problems
First we put the table too close to the pool and the wind blew Donkey into the water. (wooden donkeys float) Then we moved safely away. But the watermelon turned out to be fake. I sulked.
It was daytime and too early for fireworks, so Beth set us up inside, with some red lights and our flags of course! Beth sang Yankee Doodle, which was a nice effort. Donkey and I don't look too excited, but we were actually humming along!
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.