The spires of the Washington, D.C. Mormon Temple loom over the treeline of the beltway.
If you find yourself trying to move that arrow with your mouse, you've been at the computer too long.
South of DC, the landscape quickly became more pastoral...
more rural...
one could even say, more Irish...
and soon we were passing the mailbox of our illustrious hostess,
requiring us to back up and turn into her driveway. We had arrived at our first destination.