Up, Up and Away!

Today we went to the National Air and Space Museum. Today happens to be the 45th anniversary of the Apollo 11 Moon landing, so how could I not have my picture taken next to the Apollo 11 capsule. I remember how excited we were when Apollo 11 blasted off and as it approached the Moon. On this day in 1969 my parents woke us up in what seemed like the middle of the night, so we could see the first men walk on the moon. It seemed like such a promise back then. The future shown to us by Star Trek seemed attainable.

The Apollo 11 capsule is small, the Gemini 4 from which the first U.S. space walk was taken is smaller, and the Mercury 6 that carried John Glenn into orbit tiny. Hanging above the the space capsules is another historic machine--The Spirit of St. Louis, which Charles Lindbergh flew solo across the Atlantic. It is also smaller than one imagines, even though it was never described as a large plane. We also saw the Wright Brothers' machine that first flew at Kitty Hawk and ushered in the age of the airplane.  But I was more interested in the Spirit of St. Louis and the Tingmissartoq, which Charles and his  wife Anne Morrow Lindbergh flew on two long trips. Perhaps because the Lindberghs lived in Darien and still had a
home there when I was growing up there. I also remember reading Anne Morrow Lindbergh's diaries while I was in high school.

The Timgmissartoq exhibit showed the scope of the trips the Lindbergh made by plane in 1931 and 1933 to scout early airline routes. Like most of the exhibits in the museum it provided just the right amount of information without being overwhelming or forgetting that people of all ages come to this museum. The Air and Space Museum is one of the most popular of the Smithsonian museums, as was evidenced by the crowd there today. The only one of the museums I've visited so far that had a similar number of people was the Natural History Museum.

I also enjoyed the Aircraft Carrier exhibit, which included a  fairly extensive area covering the War in the Pacific during World War II. The plane in this picture is a Douglas SBD-6. I took the picture because as a boy I had a metal toy version of  this plane. It is amazing the amount of history here that I remember within my own lifetime or was a part of my childhood. My other favorite exhibit was Legend, Memory, and the Great War in the Air. It tries to dispel the romantic images that make up our current cultural memory of World War I. The reality was a far cry from Snoopy and the Red Baron!

 We had some time before we were due for dinner with friends, so we also stopped at the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden. Other than the Rodin "Back" sculptures, I was underwhelmed. I think my favorite moment was when a young father stopped at a sculpture with his two sons and asked them what they thought of it. The older boy said, "It looks like a lot of lines squiggled together." (Which it kind of did look like.) The father responded, "All drawings are a lot of lines squiggled together. But what do you think about this?" "It could be a spider," the boy said. Absolutely perfect. One entire floor of the museum was closed for renovation, and the exhibits are spare and spread out, so we weren't there for very long. As we were leaving the Sculpture Garden we passed this sculpture, "Last Conversation Piece" by Spanish artist Juan Munoz. The first thing that came to my mind was "Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down!" A woman behind us said it out loud. We had a good laugh about it.

I still have a list of places I want to visit in the area, but I'm getting there one one.  Well sometimes two by two. Until the next adventure...

A Two-fer

I don't have to tell you where we had brunch today.

After brunch we went into DC. I drove, thank you very much. Dennis directed me a different way than I would have gone, but he knows the city better than I do. We even found a parking space within a block of  our destination. I finally got to visit the National Museum of the American Indian. When we walked into the Potomac Atrium I immediately recalled the Guggenheim Museum in New York City. The outside is slightly reminiscent of the Guggenheim as well, but it does have an identity all its own. The water and landscaping of the grounds create a beautiful oasis not far from the Capitol building.

I'm not really sure what I expected, but the museum wasn't anything like I anticipated. It's very spare and spacious inside. There is lots of seating scattered throughout the building and odd niches like this one, which contains Toward the Sky: The Sacred Rain Arrow, a bronze sculpture created by Allan Houser in 1998. It stood in the Olympic Village of the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City.

We spent the most time in Cerámica de los Ancestros: Central America’s Past Revealed. The exhibit of ancient ceramics from the Central American native cultures focuses on seven specific regions and highlights specific archeological sites in those regions. It was fascinating to see how the different cultures ebbed, flowed, interacted with each other, and either disappeared or survived.

The way the museum is designed is as much about contemplation and reflection as it is about seeing and learning.

As we walked back to the car we decided to stop at the United States Botanical Garden, which was literally across the street from where we'd parked, We just did a fairly quick walk through, and I do want to go back. But not during the summer. It's not really a place to go on a hot and humid July day.

Hiking Along the Potomac

During what has become our regular Sunday morning brunch at Murphy's in Old Town, we decided it was too nice of a day to spend inside at a museum. We don't get many summer days like this--low humidity and temperatures in the mid-80s, at least for the part of the day we'd be out and about. We looked at several options and ruled about half of them out because they involved traveling south on I-95, and driving home in end-of-holiday-weekend traffic mess. We settled on Turkey Run Park, which is up the George Washington Memorial Parkway from Alexandria.

Access to the trail is not well marked, and when we finally did find the beginning of the trail, the map on the board was faded to almost totally white. Not helpful. There are several trails that run through the park, including one that runs along the Potomac down to Roosevelt Island. We stuck to the Turkey Park Loop, although it wasn't always clearly marked either. At times the trail reminded me of our hike in the Bull Run Mountains Conservancy. Twice we had to cross a run, which I managed to do without getting my feet wet.

I find that I have to be pretty careful on trails like this. My balance is off a bit. Part of it is I've lost a fair amount of weight in the past couple of years, which has significantly shifted my center of gravity. Part of it is I'm not as young as I used to be. I may be in much better physical shape than I have been in years, but I'm also 54. Slow and easy makes it to the end of the trail.

Who knew I'd become so much of an outdoor person! I still sit with a good book an play the flute, but I've really been enjoying exploring the marshes and the trails in parks around the metro DC area.

Once More into the Marsh

Our original plan for yesterday had been to go into DC and visit the Native American History Museum. Then I saw a calendar that reminded me that the Folk Life Festival was taking place this past weekend and next weekend. Traffic, crowds, parking issues, crowds. So we decided on a Plan B, which was yet another fresh water marsh, this one in Fairfax County: Huntley Meadows Park. 

The park's history is convoluted. Native settlements followed by European settlers and farming--first crops and then dairy. In the late 1920s there was a failed attempt at creating an airship terminal and historic park. The land then passed to the federal government which used it to test asphalt for highways, an aircraft battery protecting the capital, and finally a research site for radio communications. In the mid-70s the federal government donated it to Fairfax County for park or recreation usage. In the late 1970s beaver moved into the area and built dams which increased the water levels in the wetlands. 

The trails go through and over the wetlands, and there are no rails on the boardwalks. I've never been so close to beaver lodges. Just before we took the picture of me by the lodges we heard a splash on the other side of the boardwalk. We turned around to see a Great Blue Heron hunting in the marsh. We'd seen another one just a few minutes earlier, but this one was only about 10 feet from us. You have to look closely in the picture to the left, but you can see it.

We also saw evidence of beavers at work. It's one thing to see these things on TV but quite another to see them up close and in person.

On a hill overlooking the park stands an odd looking house that gives the park it's name. This picture shows the back side. It was built c. 1825 by Thomas Francis Mason, but there is no record of when its construction began. Nor have historians and archaeologists been able to locate a kitchen on the property. As a summer getaway, the kitchen would have been in a separate building. The Masons were a prominent Virginia family. Thomas' grandfather was George Mason IV who authored the Virginia Declaration of Rights. Thomas was an important figure in his own right.

The house is only open on Saturdays, so we didn't get to look inside. Another revisit added to the list.

More Green Space

 Today we went into DC to see the National Arboretum, which is part of the United States Department of Agriculture rather than the National Park Service. First stop, of course, the Visitor's Center. When I asked what we should see they told us we shouldn't miss the Bonsai exhibit. They were right. These unbelievable trees are displayed simply with enough space between them to appreciate each one individually. We saw one that started training in 1875 and then found one that started in 1856. Unbelievable! A short while later we came upon the tree pictured to the left. Believe it or not, it's a Sequoia. Thee little tea bag looking things sitting on the soil in the pots are release fertilizer each time the plant is watered.

In the National Herb Garden I saw plants that reminded me of cattails, which were pearl millet. I'd read about millet, but this was the first time I'd ever seen it. They also had rice, wheat, and rye planted there. Who knew that many varieties of wheat only come up to my waist! There were several scented geraniums in pots around the knot garden. What surprised me though were the roses. Many of the plants didn't look healthy, so I guess it's not just the rose bushes around campus that are having a bad year.

In 1958 they removed several of the original sandstone columns from the Capitol to make way for an addition to the building. They used marble for the new columns, and the originals eventually found a new home in the Arboretum. They dominate a large meadow that has paths mowed through it. Across the meadow stands the capital of one of the columns on what is called the Capitol Columns Overlook.


The columns are pretty impressive, and they sit on top of a hill with a reflecting pool in front of them. We also walked through the Azalea Collections. Even though it's past their blooming season, the was an oasis of cool on a muggy afternoon. We walked up the Mount Hamilton Foot trail, which takes you to the Mount Hamilton Overlook, one of the highest points in DC at 240 feet. If you look through the trees, you can see the Capitol two miles to the west.

It continues to surprise me how much green space there is within the 68.3 square miles of the District of Columbia. Walking across the meadow you wouldn't know that the Capitol is less than three miles away.

These weekend excursions are what I envisioned doing when I first moved down here a little over two years ago. While I did a couple on my own, they're definitely more enjoyable to do with someone else. And we get in a lot of walking.

Dead Mall Walking

Heat and humidity moved in, and we moved our walks indoors. I've become a mall walker. So far we've been doing most of our walking at Landmark Mall, which is the closest to campus. Originally built as an open air mall in 1965, it was enclosed in 1990. It had three anchor stores, of which two remain--Sears and Macy's. The large restaurants are closed, as are about half the food court spaces. Close to half the retail spaces are empty. What remains isn't capable of supporting it. The city has approved the most recent redevelopment plans, and work is scheduled to begin later this year.

Last night  we walked the Bollston Commons Mall in Arlington. It has very few empty stores, but two of the large restaurants are closed closed as well as some of the smaller ones in the food court. While not as dead as Landmark, there still weren't a lot of people there for a hot and humid summer evening. There are signs that Bollston Commons has begun the decline. We see this trend across the country.

As malls popped up they replaced town centers, many of which were dead or dying, as the social and commercial focus of communities. Some towns fought the building of malls but instead worked to attract some of the same stores found in malls. In a sense those redeveloped streets became open air malls themselves. In other places the old town centers have revitalized and become the vital retail, dining, and residential centers they once were. We're reversing the process.

But it's more than revitalized town centers that are causing the decline in malls. The Internet has taken a large and increasing part of retail spending. It's also affecting the big box bookstores, which in their time pushed many of the small book shops out of business. A process hastened by the arrival of Amazon.com. The internet is changing the retail landscape, and social media is changing the way we interact with each other. Yet it seems we still need places where we interact face-to-face. This probably has something to do with the revival of our old town centers.

So what will become of the mall spaces? Even some of the currently successful ones are adding office and residential space, hotels, and recreational space.They are creating town centers in suburban areas that developed without traditional centers.

But the rest?

A Hidden Gem in DC

 Today's excursion took us to Kenilworth Park and Aquatic Gardens, "the only National Park dedicated to cultivating water-loving plants." It is part of the larger Anacostia Water Trail and was once the estate of the Shaw family. When the family saved the water gardens in the 1930s from dredging and fill by the Army Corps of Engineers, they also inadvertently saved a few acres of fresh water marsh. Congress purchased the original eight acres and gave it to the National Park Service.

Restoration work continues on the marsh. As you can see in this picture, the marsh is once again open to the Anacostia. They have created new mud flats and re-introduced native marsh plants including wild rice, cattail, and two varieties of Nuphar, a plant so ancient that it may be a common ancestor to both the waterlily and the lotus. One of the trails in the park winds through the marsh and takes you to the banks of the Anacostia. You an observe both native plants and non-native plants growing along the trail. At some places you can see where marsh restoration is taking place. Today we saw a small group of kayakers come up the river and detour into the marsh.



On the other side of the park is a boardwalk that takes you out to look over the marsh and where you can see the marsh plants close up.

While the I found the marsh really interesting, the water gardens were fascinating. Waterlilies and lotus predominate in the 12 ponds. We also saw frogs, turtles, geese, and dragonflies.  

The plants are just beginning to flower. The big festival takes place next month, but we got to see a variety of waterlily flowers.

It's hard to believe that this garden and marsh exist within the city limits of DC. Although the number of visitors increased while we were there, it never got very crowded. More people will probably come as the blooms increase.

This area has so many of these places, both hidden and well known. Who knows where the next outing will take me...