Baltimore, and transit

Guys, I'm just sucking at blogging this month. It's just my new reality, I'm afraid, in my post-CPrint-Captioning life. I'm gonna try to get caught up before the month is out, but if I get one more virus I can't make guarantees. A lot is conspiring against me. I know I don't have hoards of readers waiting with bated breath for a post out of me, but it's valuable to me to have reflected on our time and our memories.

Before we left Baltimore, I wanted to take advantage of being in an East Coast City one more time and visit an art museum. Because the art museum in Denver might be beautiful but it is rather limited in the amount of old, European art in its collection, and I am just uncool enough to prefer old, European art. So we hit up the Walters Art Museum, which I thoroughly recommend. It's even a wonderful museum for children, as there is a whole basement level devoted to children's activities and play.

I just needed to be in this kind of gorgeous environment, as it's hard to find buildings like this in Pueblo.

I have a lot of affection for St. Joseph; I loved this sculpture. He looks tired.

Loads of fascinating Madonnas and Childs.

I love how noblewomen were painted in the 18th Century. She looks intelligent.

This room was amazing! It was a whole exhibit on the history of writing, manuscripts, illuminations and the technology that made it possible. I love this sort of thing. I intended to start my sixth grade class with a discussion about why humans write, so this was very helpful.

Fabulous map with a historical timeline on the subject of writing.

We ended our visit with play! It's a rare art museum that's so child-friendly, in my opinion.

Everyone go visit the Walters!

We shoved off the next day and headed West.

Ohio. The corn was noticeably higher.

The trips out and back were really mercifully uneventful. It was at times tedious and uncomfortable, but really it went better than any cross-country trip with two kids and a dog had any right to go. Even with our stricture against eating in the car, even with our inability to either bring a dog into a fast-food restaurant or leave him in the car, even with a still potty-training child, we really had a very smooth trip. And it didn't seem long at all before we were arriving in St. Louis, just hours before our dear friends.

I'll save the last phase of the trip for the next entry. I'm committed to finishing July before July actually ends, though.