On a very cold and blustery Ash Wednesday, we visited Manassas. Or is it Bull Run? Either way, we were walking on history.
Bundled up under many layers, including in my case three scarves leaving me looking like an old woman, we braved the elements to see the battlefield. We were basically alone. There is a tour group, but they cheated and just look at the canons and the statue of Thomas Jackson, otherwise known as Stonewall. The wind was the bitter kind. Yet, it was a great day.
Being the only people in the park made for a romantic walk. We decided to do the Henry Hill House loop. I only made one Goodfella’s joke. I annoyed Cristina, in the cutest way possible, by saying in my thickest of Cajun accents Pierre Gustave Toutant Beauregard’s name as many times as I could.
The 150th anniversary of the battle is this summer. Who’s up for a road trip?