Let's Go Carrolling-ing
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Millions of tiny white flowers along the trail promise a bountiful crop of wild raspberries in the weeks to come. A strong scent of pine overwhelms the sweet smell of honeysuckle. Diamond T, a big gelding, flicks his head toward the right, sensing before I do the presence of a deer that suddenly leaps through the woods. The golden retriever that has taken the lead on this trail ride chases a fox into the underbrush.
Thousands of acres of public land, a watershed for a major reservoir, adjoin the 68-acre Lara B. Manor Ranch. Along the trail, it feels remote, like virgin territory untouched by man. Yet it is only 20 miles from Baltimore and just under an hour from the stress-producing craziness of the crowded Capital Beltway. It is just one of the tranquil retreats we found last weekend in Carroll County, Md.
For years, I've complained that when I first lived in the District in the 1970s, you could drive an hour in any direction and find vast swaths of farms, fields, forests and small towns, but no more. All those years, and I was unaware of the rural bliss and small-town flavor of Carroll County, one hour and one minute from my Bethesda home.
The county ranks among the top in the country in terms of placing land in permanent agricultural preservation, and the results are seen along roads with rolling hills planted with wheat and hay, with orchards and stands selling fresh fruit, vegetables and flowers, and big red barns next to modest white farmhouses.
Occasionally the landscape is interrupted by a giant housing development and malls with the big brand-name stores that follow the houses. Most of the county, though, retains its rural roots. Its beautiful views can be enjoyed by car or on one of the 10 biking routes set up in loops that range from seven to 33 miles each.
Our trip to the county began at the southernmost town, Sykesville, just over the Howard County line. Crossing a small bridge that was once the scene of a fierce Civil War battle, we come into a town that could be the set for a Civil War movie. Downtown is small, just a few blocks, but has two restaurants, gift shops and antiques stores.
I head directly into Alexandra's Attic and find several necklaces and two pairs of earrings that my daughter, 15, approves. Then I fall in love with a big, gaudy, fake-diamond-encrusted bracelet in the shape of a jaguar, with green eyes and matching earrings. It's marked half off, and for $42 I must have it and wear it immediately. My daughter vows that she won't be seen with me in public.
She changes her mind when faced with the choice of waiting in the car or having lunch at Baldwin's Station. The restaurant with upscale continental fare was built in 1883 as a train station and is on the National Register of Historic Places. Built in the Queen Anne style, with stained-glass windows and 20-foot ceilings, the station sits along the Patapsco River and train tracks that were once torn up by Confederate soldiers under the direction of J.E.B. Stuart.
I ask a clerk in Alexandra's Attic if the town had been aligned with the North or the South. She answers, "I don't know, I never thought about that. I'm originally from Virginia, so I just assumed it was a Confederate town." The old photographs of Robert E. Lee were perhaps a hint to the prevailing attitude of shoppers, but in fact, I learn later that the town was divided -- the proverbial brother against brother.
Although we'd planned to rent a boat at Piney Run Park after lunch, thunderclouds dissuade us, and instead we take a drive past the historic homes on Springfield Avenue, then continue past pastures and fields to the outskirts of Westminster, another historic town. Before arriving, though, we stop at Hoffman's, where $1.75 buys you a huge cone filled with homemade ice cream. The creamy chocolate drips down my fingers; tastes a lot like Haagen-Dazs, but at Turkey Farm prices.
By now it's pouring, and we head directly to our overnight destination, Antrim 1844.
The "country hotel" is widely considered one of the most elegant lodgings in the state and is a member of the Select Registry and Historic Hotels of America. Recognized by the National Trust for Historic Preservation, the hotel also boasts a restaurant that's won Wine Spectator magazine's Best of Award of Excellence. So the place hasn't gone unnoticed.