Bucket List Part Three: Monticello

Driving to Monticello from DC does not take more than a couple of hours. Monticello, which is Thomas Jefferson’s home,  is in Charlottesville, Virginia.

The highway between DC and Charlottesville is smooth, more straight than windy, flanked by trees, and carpeted with ivy that reaches from the Virginia soil and spirals up and along the trunks and branches creating a thicker canopy of tree tops.
We drove through many counties, never seeing fencing between properties, playing license plate games, and laughing at the peculiarity of the county name, Fauquier, especially when we drove past the Fauquier Motel.

Yet, Monticello was our destination, and we hoped to arrive for the last house tour before day’s end.​​


Jefferson inherited 5000 acres from his father at the young age of 21 years and he set about to build the house, where he and his family spent so many of his future years.

Tickets to various tours are $28 and the money goes to the maintenance of Monticello and I believe other World Heritage sites.   A good percent of the original Monticello structure actually remains. Once you purchase your tickets at the visitor center you are taken up to the house to enjoy the grounds and the views that Jefferson enjoyed in his beloved Virginia.

Cameras are not allowed in the house during the  tour of Monticello, which begins in the entry hall. I did, however, take photos from the brochure I received when purchasing tickets.  (Sorry for the creasing in the pictures, the brochure was folded.) The entry hall is a grand two story room, filled with many Native American artifacts from the Lewis and Clark expedition. The artifacts are displayed among many other curiosities in the hall, including a clock invention of Jefferson’s that displays both the hour and the day.
Our house tour continued through the Parlor and Jefferson’s study and bedchamber. In the study Jefferson wrote thousands of letters and also copied them. The letters were copied with a polygraph machine that is a copying machine with two pens. When Jefferson put pen to paper another pen made a copy of the letter.
Jefferson’s bedroom or bed was built into an alcove between the study and the bedroom. The idea was a space saving design and Jefferson built it to exactly one inch longer than his own height. Jefferson would die in his bed on July 4th, 1826, fifty years to the day after the writing and signing of the Declaration of Independence.
The house tour takes about 45 minutes and there are other tours that can be taken, however we arrived too late in the day to participate in them.  One of the tours focuses on slavery at Monticello, as Thomas Jefferson did own slaves.  I’m not going to put my thoughts regarding this towering figure of liberty,  yet a slave owner,  on that subject into this blog as I can imagine you all know how I feel about this horrible reality of United States history. Instead, I’m adding a photo of the Hemings cabin in juxtaposition to Jefferson’s bedchamber photo.  Sadly, I do believe Jefferson’s study and bedchamber to be larger than the cabin.

We did have enough time at the end of the tour to go below the house and see the privy…yes the privy, the ice house, and the beer and wine cellars, and meander the trails a little.

Jefferson’s burial site is also on the grounds of Monticello along with the Jefferson Family Cemetery. The family cemetery is still used today. The walk to Jefferson’s gravesite is about 1/2 mile from the house winding on a path lined with trees and benches for rest.

It is a somber moment when one arrives at the grave of Thomas Jefferson, Founding Father, one of the Framers of the the US Constitution,  author of the Declaration of Independence, and third President of the United States. Yet, he chose his own epitaph, which deliberately excluded his Presidency.

 Many, toss coins onto Jefferson’s grave as a way to make sure Jefferson has money to pay for his after-life ferry ride.  Tim and I did so also,  as we have much to be thankful for living in the most magnificent country on Earth.


How We Chose the East Coast

Last year while we were “rocking around our non-existent Christmas Tree,”  we decided after the numerous family college graduations, and we meant right after, we would head on a month long trip.  Initially, we set our sights upon Europe as a destination, and then quickly scrapped that thought, as not only did terrorism seem to curtail our plans, but so did a little heard about measles outbreak.  Next choice, the Far East…namely Japan.

We were set on Japan, for a while…I even dropped over $30 bucks on two Japan travel guides, DK Eyewitness Travel Guide and Fodor’s 25 Best Tokyo Places to see, Eat and Go, guide. ( I’ve linked to them on Amazon as I will all the other guides I used during the trip). After a few days of reading the Japan guidebooks, a certain North Korean tyrant shot off a missile somewhere in the vicinity of  the Sea of Japan, and everyone in the family decided to rethink visiting Japan.

I mentioned to the family,  a long time bucket list item of going to Walden Pond and Monticello, and my son Tim said “Let’s go!”  A few months later, namely May 25th, 2017, our family landed at Dulles International Airport in Virginia, after a turbulent red-eye United Airlines flight.


First entry:

And so it begins.

I am smitten! Memories of Washington D.C. will stay with me forever.  To be within the city that literally runs the world, and, yet politicking seems far removed. It is as though the people of D.C. live the part of Simon Blackburn’s philosophical work, Being Good.   “A really blessed and immortal nature is simply too grand to be bothered by the doings of tiny human beings.” Politicians and media are definitely the tiny ones” (17).

In the seven days we had in D.C., we never heard a single political word, and we chose to eat in local, well-rated hangouts, like (Hot Donna’s) as we called the first restaurant we went to near our hotel in Alexandria, VA. In reality, the restaurant,  Sweet Fire Donna’s . got our business because it had 4.8/5 stars and wasn’t pricey.  I had a Smoked Chicken Salad, and when we returned a few days later we shared chili, greens and cornbread. The chicken was smokey, the cornbread moist, and the greens…true Southern faire.

After our first delicious meal, we all decided we would always look for places that had 4 stars or greater, and were never let down for the rest of the trip both by food and budget as we stayed within a daily spending amount.

After lunching, we took our first drive into Washington D.C.  The Washington Monument is easily made out from a distance, as you drive towards The National Mall.  It towers so high, that at just the right angle, and with the exact timing you could possibly take a picture of a plane either landing or taking off and by photo-shopping it just right, could make it seem as though the plane sits atop the monument…or at least teeters.

Before driving into D.C. we didn’t quite know where we would land on our first day, but after seeing the Washington Monument, we had found the needle in the haystack and knew where to start.IMG_1140

Photo- Colette Hope Marks’ Collection.

Blackburn, Simon. Being Good. New York. Oxford University Press. 2001.