And then we were at the Women's March on Washington. I think. There were a bazillion people carrying signs, the occasional drum beat and chant, people all moving in one direction even though no one seemed sure where we're going. I tried to figure out from the screenshotted map on my phone where the Jumbotron were so we could see Angela Davis, and we headed in that general direction, but we were quickly swallowed up by crowds. I used the skills in crowd navigation I picked up during my college years in New York City to snake us through, but I never really had any idea where we were going. My time honored tradition of just following other people with the idea they know where they are going led us to impasse after impasse, through crowd after crowd, nowhere. We kept asking each other if we were there yet, if we were marching yet, and I said yes, I think this is us at the Women's March on Washington. The thing looks impressive from the air, but when you are in it all you see is the smoosh of bodies around you until you get enough air to look around.