Mine neither, but Glen Echo Park is run by the same National Parks Service that oversees all those other slightly more impressive natural wonders. I'm not sure why. The site is a collection of oddly-matched concrete buildings and crumbling amusements, including the ruins of a swimming pool. There's the vague suggestion that some history happened here, in the form of a sit-in on the carousel to protest against segregation, but other than that...
Anyway, a few of the buildings are now home to artists of various kinds, so Hannah, Pete and I got a bit of culture before spending some time in the playground. There's also an aquarium with a dozen or so fish wondering what they did to deserve this. It didn't help that it was sub-zero, down to a temperature that even Hannah refused to picnic in. Another wander around confirmed that we hadn't missed anything and we drove home.
Next time we'll just drive west until we get to the Grand Canyon.
Hiking in.
Somewhat missing that "wow" factor, and not a Yogi Bear in sight.
Ooo, a dodgem! That didn't move.
I think this is the "Spanish Ballroom".
Daredevil Pete.
Not all customers were 100% satisfied.
