How NOT to visit the Smithsonian

We arrived at our new home in the DC area 48  hours before the biggest blizzard in 90-something years.

5 days in a small hotel room with 2 dogs we felt it was necessary to explore the DC area.  (How much TV can you watch?  How many video games can one play?)

Getting out meant we had to conquer the metro...(ok, my husband grew up in a rural area and I lived the majority of my life safely tucked into the suburbs). A few of the lines were still closed and as well some government offices. I need to add,  our sanity was at stake. Once we understood how to get around, it was not as bad as anticipated.
Getting around DC after a blizzard....was a different story.
We lived in northern Pennsylvania most of our married life, where single digit temperatures are a common occurrence. However, 15 years in the deep south meant we no longer had boots for deep snow and DC was not prepared either.

The streets and sidewalk were clear for the most part. Crossing the streets were a bit more looked as if the crosswalks had an inch or 2 of slushy, half melted snow until you stepped out. Quickly the few inches turned into 6 inches of the cold wet stuff, and the four letter words that come from your mouth is a reflex as your feet immediately
feel the slush rising over and into your boots.
We squished our way to the Smithsonian Castle and quickly located the rest rooms. (just a note here: the Castle is the original Smithsonian building (circa 1855)  and is now used as the "welcome" center. It is very stately and  Romanesque.) The restrooms are just as regal with the original marble intact. I took off my coat, insufficient short boots and wet socks and proceded barefoot to dry everything  with the hand dryers. (sorry no photo)