2 More NPS Sites
Glen Echo Travel Blog› entry 5 of 27 › view all entries
Once again, not on my original list but the Clara Barton Parkway had a red Passport stamp, so here's the entry!
I got the directions for the Clara Barton site from the NPS website and they worked beautifully. I was a little worried since they had a number of roads and turns at the end, but once I got off the main route (495) there were the brown park signs helping me find my way.
I parked in a small lot just below the house and discovered about a dozen painters from a Glen Echo class surrounding the building. I felt a bit weird walking through them to get to the front porch; I didn't want to disturb their work! It was a neat class though with a mix of genders and ages.
My tour met on the front porch and ended up just being me.
Three stories tall, the building's central hallway relies on light from high windows. The unique feature of the hallway are the closets hiding behind the paneled walls. On the ground floor are the receiving sitting room, the original offices of the Red Cross, a dining room, and the NPS bookstore.
Throughout the tour, I just kept being impressed by the functionality of the home.
After the tour I browsed the small bookshop which had a nice selection of items despite its small size. Outside I paused to take some photos of the beatiful orange flowers in the garden.
My next stop was Glen Echo Park across the parking lot but hidden by a wooded area. A bridge led over a ravine and from my first glimpse of the bubbling creek below, I was entranced by this modern chatauqua. This term "chatauqua" was a new one for me--even though I have stayed at one before--but I soon developed an understanding of it: a place for intellectual, artistic growth.
A carousel on site beckoned; I paid the low fee and found a steed. I chose a horse although rabbits and ostriches momentarily tempted. After my ride, I wandered up to the original entrance area for a few shots before returning to the wooden bridge. Peeking down at the streambed once again, I smiled; a dozen or so children--with a few watchful adults--had followed some route down to the cool water.