For all good suburbanites the experience begins with the drive there, and this one was better than average. Crowell, Brown's Mill, Beulah — back roads that made me feel like I was out in the country, which Wolf Trap once was.
Outdoor performance has a character of its own, the crowds diffused by the presence of grass and trees and the high steady murmur of the wind. At a certain point in the experience you almost forget what you're there for. But then the curtain rises, the lights come up, and the performance begins. It's then that you remember you're there for the dance, the music, the play. (Last night it was Ballet Hispanico, a beautiful and improbable blend of ballet, modern and Latin dance.) It's then that the illusion and the reality merge.
Photo: Wolf Trap