Just starting to turn in D.C., but, into Virginia, where I went yesterday, the colors are closer to peak. Drove along back roads. Lost, but did not matter. We cross one little, blue one-way bridge 3 times I think. So refreshing to be out in the country. Little ponds for each rolling farm it seems and the smooth water dotted with leaves on the surface and canadian geese on the shore. We see two cows chest deep in one pond. They just look at us like cows do and return to munching on water weeds. Stopping at a gas station, we hear country music from a truck and see camouflaged hunters eating chicken wings and fries at a picnic table. There are tour buses headed for the wineries.