Before Ted and I headed out for vacation — there will be a detour from DC exploits soon to describe that — we went out for an evening at Wolf Trap, a performing arts center in Virginia that is actually designated as a national park.
Fortunately, I have one of my parents’ cars for a few weeks to make it easier to visit them earlier this month when they both were in the hospital. (All I need to say on that is that they’re both home now and doing fine.) Our nearest Metro stations were closed for weekend track maintenance and it would have been a real adventure to get to the concert via public transportation.
It only took about 40 minutes to get to the park, which is amazing considering that I’m used to taking well over an hour to go to the Virginia suburbs via Metro.
We parked in a field, making me feel like we were at Tanglewood. But the rest of the experience reminded me more of the Saratoga Perfoming Arts Center. The lawn slopes down to the back of the indoor seating area, and ramps similar to those at SPAC frame both sides of the building. From my remembering, SPAC has more lawn space in view of the stage.
Unlike SPAC, you can bring in your own food and beverages to all concerts at Wolf Trap. We had packed some food, beer and wine for a picnic and squeezed into a spot on the lawn, which already was crowded more than an hour before the show was to start.
It was a gorgeous evening for an outdoor concert. Loudon Wainright III opened the musical evening, and then Mary Chapin Carpenter wowed us with her mixture of ballads and songs more in the rock’n roll style. We even got up at one point and jitterbugged a little bit on the grass.