I woke up early on a still, dark, cold, November morning, to catch a noon flight. I planned to drive back roads from Solomons Island, on the eastern shore of Maryland, down to Norfolk, Virginia, and I had no idea how long it would take to get there or if we would move like sloths through security. My timing proved perfect, as I ended up crossing the Rappahannock River right at sunrise. I rolled down my window, and with the brisk wind in my face, caught a pic of the bridge, river, and some lucky soul heading the other way to work.
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