The waterfall at Scott's Run is a sometimes-raging, sometimes-dancing, ever-wild wonder—and only one mile from the DC Beltway. Dash out of the city and into the wilderness at this McLean, Virginia, nature preserve—meander family-friendly trails through hemlock forests and mysterious ruins; ford shallow streams using sturdy stepping stones. The adventure’s grand finale is the waterfall, rushing over rocky cliffs to meet the Potomac. When the river is low, wade out to sunbathing rocks or enjoy a picnic on a fallen tree. Or, simply stroll along the wildflower-strewn beach.
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The waterfall at Scott's Run is a sometimes-raging, sometimes-dancing, ever-wild wonder—and only one mile from the DC Beltway. Dash out of the city and into the wilderness at this McLean, Virginia, nature preserve—meander family-friendly trails through hemlock forests and mysterious ruins; ford shallow streams using sturdy stepping stones. The adventure’s grand finale is the waterfall, rushing over rocky cliffs to meet the Potomac. When the river is low, wade out to sunbathing rocks or enjoy a picnic on a fallen tree. Or, simply stroll along the wildflower-strewn beach.
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On Friday nights in summer, take a break from monument-gazing in our nation’s capitol to come gawk at eclectic sculptures, listen to live jazz, drink pitchers of fruity sangria, and dip your bare toes in gurgling fountains. Who cares if you can’t figure out what some of those sculptures are supposed to mean? The party’s free (except for the sangria), all courtesy of the National Gallery of Art. Bringing your own booze is prohibited but, hey, if you show a bit of sang-froid, we won’t tell. So, pack a picnic, roll up your pant legs, and we’ll join you at the fountain.
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Most of us have done it—succumbed to the bland but easy allure of a quiet hour in a chain bookstore with a bestseller and a latte. But there are still a handful of independents around that remind you what the experience used to be, and still can be. Case in point: Kramerbooks, in Dupont Circle. It's the perfect spot to start a weekend getaway, since no matter how late you arrive Friday, it will be open. (It's open around the clock on weekends and quite late otherwise.) Browse the inviting book selection to find a quirky novel you've never heard of, or pick something political for an apt souvenir. Those who value literary privacy will be happy to know that, even when pressured to disclose Monica Lewinsky's purchases (this is where she allegedly bought Bill the racy novel, Vox), Kramerbooks held firm in protecting the first amendment rights of its customers. You can take your new reads to the Afterwords café/bar area for a late-night bite (real food, not stale muffins) and flip a few pages, but save the studying for the library—with live music and an even livelier crowd, this place gets rowdy.
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