London has one and now there’s one within view of downtown Washington, DC. As if Maryland’s National Harbor needed anything else to establish it’s leading development role in the area, here comes one of the most exciting structures we’ve seen in the land of boxy government buildings: the 180-foot high Capital Wheel right at the edge of the Potomac River. This is an imposing structure, but it will no doubt cement the notion of National Harbor as one of the leading places to have some fun in the metro area. In fact, there’s nothing in DC that comes even remotely close to this structure and the way it makes you relive the joyful days of another era. And while I was there during the day, the friendly folks operating the wheel informed me that most of the crowds show up at night when the city and the harbor area are at their best illuminated selves. Even better, the lively nightlife is just down the pier just beyond the sunken Neptune. I guess I’ll be crossing that river from staid Alexandria a little bit more often from now on.
Funny how sometimes we convince ourselves that traveling always involve getting into a jet and flying to some exotic, faraway place. Sure, that’s a lot of fun, but the more I think of it, the more I’m beginning to realize that distance may not have as much to do with the “travel experience” as I once thought it did. Sometimes the experience can be a lot closer to home. You know, the places we usually see from a few thousand feet above ground when taking off from the local airport to our great, once-a-year adventure. Those places do look quite fascinating from the air, but like so many of them we see in aerial photographs, they tend to remain abstractions in our lives. They are things we momentarily glance at on our way to destinations.
Well, yesterday I decided to change all that. On what turned out to be a rare, beautiful mid-December day in northern Virginia, I ventured out to cross the Potomac River by water taxi. Doesn’t sound too exciting, does it? But I can guarantee you that it was, and the reason may have had as much to do with the absence of crowds as with the incredible views that are only possible from a river boat. Bald eagles, bridges, historic shorelines, and the soothing sound of a river boat gently slicing the river waters. It was a surreal experience magnified by the fact that it was so out of character (in a good way) with the crazy, busy world that exist in the area a mere mile inside the river shores. The ride, which connects Old Town Alexandria on the Virginia side with the National Harbor complex on the Maryland side, lasts less than half an hour each way and will set you back $16 for a roundtrip ticket. Would it be cheaper and faster to just zoom down by the Woodrow Wilson Bridge in your private automobile? Sure, provided the destination is all that matters to you on any given day. But if it’s the journey you are after, then that slow, undulating ride across the river will definitely do the trick. And the view of the cluttered, busy highway above the bridge is quite nice too.
Talking about a change of scenery. No sooner did I return from discovering parts of Eastern Europe that I found myself at the shores of the Potomac River in Maryland watching Dragon Boat races. Sure, it’s not the Danube, but what can you say; it’s water, and if you can put a boat on it, then you can certainly have a race. Ever heard of Dragon Boat Racing? I must admit that until a few days ago, this form of competition was a foreign to me as what’s located on the other side of the moon. And from the looks of it, I was definitely missing on something. This Dragon Boat racing is serious stuff, with teams all over the country competing for a chance to go to what I was told, would be the world championships in Italy sometime next year. Italy? It’s already sounding interesting to this humble traveler.
After reading on the web that this regional competition was to take place at Maryland’s elegant National Harbor development, I simply had to go check it out. Since the event description had the word race, I sort of expected a little competition to take place. To be perfectly honest, and considering that we live in a city where underwear races and national pillow fights take place right under President Lincoln’s stony gaze, I was sort of expecting another “fun” event to help mark the dwindling days of summer. What I saw could not have been more different. Early morning group calisthenics, groups of people rhythmically air-rowing with the kind of facial expressions that reminded me of Mike Tyson, corporate teams, and a team consisting of visually-impaired folks that was being assisted to their boat, but who looked like they were there to kick some you know what. And while these folks were seriously pumped-up for competition, they were also some of the nicest people I’ve met in a while (could it be because I wasn’t competing against them?). So here I am, fresh from the cafes of Vienna and Krakow and now becoming a Dragon Boat racing closet expert. Well, not quite, but I surely had a great time meeting these folks and watching the regatta; and who knows, maybe I’ll check out some of their future races. Did I hear someone mention Italy?