On the day we arrived at that location, the weather that threatened to poop on our party finally arrived. The folks in charge have standing orders not to allow us outside when lightning is near, so we weren't allowed to get out of our bus. That explains the weak photos of the redoubt below.
In my opinion, the storm was not anywhere close to severe, and lightning was not close enough to merit kidnapping us on the bus. There were even small children crawling around with great joy around the redoubt that we could only see through the bus windows, and even then not directly or in context.
| The Dale House (left) is where the official surrender was signed. I liked the name of that place, but I sure would have enjoyed a closer look at it without a bus window standing in my way (Recognize the theme to my mood?). I was the guy sitting in the front seat with our Colonial Williamsburg liaison, and I did my very best to try to persuade her to let me get off the bus, but I couldn't press too much. Besides, she had been so nice to me all week, and it wasn't her policy. |
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