Thank you for visiting Base Camp, Sgt. Joe, currently my Captain Joe. Yes, I noticed all those eating places upon arrival, and on my scheduled visit there yesterday. Otherwise you can walk for miles without the chuck wagons you find three steps apart in NYC. Yesterday I had to ask a policewoman who could direct me into some back streets, and I collected all my courage and went into that "Potbelly". I don't know the system, cannot hear or understand what all the choices are for me to decide upon, almost fled the place, but I was hungry. Was lucky to get an absolutely puritan roastbeef sandwich born with provolone.

Today was The Mall walk, Mr Moeller. Lincoln, Jefferson, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Martin Luther King, WW II, Korea, and Vietnam, Holocaust, and the Department of Agriculture. You call it a huge building. Well, in my estimation it comes close to half the size of the State of Rhode Island.

You have a minor problem with how the two theatres of war and the steles are composed at the WW II memorial. I see what you aim at, but it disappears when I think of say Operation Market Garden described so vividly in the movie "A Bridge too far".

As for the Vietnam Wall you have nothing but praise. "One of the most beautiful and moving memorials anywhere.... Brilliant minimalism".
I couldn't agree more.

Tomorrow I'll visit your workplace, Mr Moeller.

I don't want to realize it, but yesterday's 10 miles left some impression, so today should be gentle.
By the way, I did meet the hotel manager.
After half of my complaints, he broke down and offered me another room.
It seems promising. Light and fan operate independently.

Mr Moeller, I began the day with your Downtown East walk. So many pretty houses. Madison's home with a sign showing his and his wife's portraits by Gilbert Stuart lured me into the Portrait Gallery. I felt almost physical pain rushing past all those works of art in search of the four Stuarts they had there.

Across from Ford's Theatre was Lincoln's Waffle House. Breakfast all day. Counter serving. Had what I so often dream of (and actually cook): fried eggs sunny side up, home fries, bacon, and wheat toast.
It kept me going the entire day topped off with a quarter of milk
Thought paninis and croissants were the only DC fare.

On Constitution Avenue a parade of Central and South Americans took place. At first I only thought they were all Panamanians, but they all came. Lots of music, flags, costumes, and happy people. Lots of police and their vehicles, too. When I passed again later, the event was ebbing out. The sound was different and came from some 100 motorbikes. They must have sped them up to 10,000 rpm or more applying the brakes simultanously which made them into a very special orchestra. They also made burn-outs for smoke effects. The law enforcement had manned up dramatically and called in snow plows and heavy duty wreckers. Trump International Hotel was fenced off, and the officers stood shoulder to shoulder.

So, Mr Moeller, finally I saw that wonderful building you manage, but poor logistics on my part.
Dang! Saturday!
I bought your book, and I shall return for a guided tour on Monday.

deltavee, in the front yard of the Building Museum they sold Hill Country backyard barbeque.
Unfortunately, I couldn't eat any more, but had a good tasting Shiner beer.
They played music. I wish it had been your excellent Hexagame answer:
X-mas on the Isthmus of Panama
I cannot link on this "device" - yet - or I would have done it.
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Base Camp is up against the times.
Facebooking instead of Foruming.
Let's give it a while. USAF and sunfolk have been here. sujo1 has become a captain and is excused. And I have no strategy. Let's play it as it comes.
I was immensely happy to see your sneaky pete, deltavee

Your making me sweat just reading your adventures. Wish I had half your energy. Sounds like your having a great time. Surprised you didn't see folks throwing eggs at the trump truck going by. Enjoy your visit.

A tourist's day in DC:
No, I didn't get to meet you Mr Moeller.
The people at the information desk did their best, but your voice mail was on. For once I didn't hurry, but took my time admiring Montgomery C. Meigs' masterpiece. He was a man of many talents.

I started out doing your DC South walk, Mr Moeller, and was so preoccupied that I arrived at the National Building Museum sweating and panting with my face red as a lobster just in time for the last guided tour of the day only to learn that they all were cancelled because no docent showed up. Luckily, they had a fine selfguided one.

Next was the National Postal Museum.
What a treat!
My dad was a mailman working a rural route on a bicycle. He would have loved this place so much that they would have had to kick him out.

Finally, I visited the National Archives with all the written foundation for this nation. I gave myself a broche: U in red, S in white, and A in blue to go with my armring from the 911 Museum.

Yes, Bearcat, here is much to see and do, and time is running out.
The Secret Service answers politely. They tried to fool me by placing Mr Trumpf in New Jersey, and admitted to it being "another VIP".

So, Mr Moeller, in order to speed up matters, I combined the Downtown West, Logan Circle, and Dupont Circle walks with the ambitious goal of completing them in one go.

No such thing.
But I also added on: Breakfast (my favorite dish) at Ben's Chili Bowl where Mr Obama has visited and a visit to Howard University.
All day I looked forward to dinner at the Popeye's, I had spotted and plotted into my gps in the morning.
Never mind the beef.
I was after the pecan pie
Maybe two
Entering at the end of the day, I had bad vibrations.
Mr Moeller, Popeye's no longer serve pecan pie!

Now I should be able to do the remainder of today's assignment tomorrow. The good thing is: All my must-dos are done.
Today I was on a guided tour of The Scottish Rite Temple of the Freemasons and visited the Phillips Collection.
And fell asleep while mailing digital postcards to Denmark