Never knew this amazing thing existed because of ignorance/prejudice/general moron-itude. But discovered this amazing thing through some website/staring at a map/sheer chance. Went to see this amazing thing (or, as the case may be, tripped over this amazing thing while trying to do something else.) And wow, I was wrong/stupid/blind before, but now I know that Connecticut has yet another amazing thing. The End.
For a long time I've had "Salt Meadow" written down on one of my multitude of scribbled lists of things to do and places to go. It got there purely because I liked its name. Salt Meadow. So pretty, but not too pretty, not sweet. I didn't know what it looked like or even what exactly it was, but from its location in coastal Westbrook I could guess that it would be the kind of subtle shoreline landscape I have grown to love since moving back to Connecticut.
The main house was built by Esther Everett Lape and Elizabeth Fisher Read. They are the sort of excessively accomplished people who make you want to just give up and work an entry level retail job all your life, because what's the point? (Annoyingly, Connecticut produces and attracts many such people.) I will quote, because re-phrasing all their achievements into my own words would be depressing:
Lape (1881-1981) was a well known journalist, researcher, and publicist, who was also associated with the Women's Trade Union League and one of the founders of the League of Women Voters. Read (1872-1943), was a scholar and lawyer and an active participant in the woman suffrage movement. Both women typified what in the 1920s was known as "the New Woman"—independent, financially self-supporting, politically active, and socially emancipated. In addition, Read was Eleanor Roosevelt’s personal attorney and financial advisor, and the three women were not only dedicated to political issues but also close friends.
The actual Salt Meadow part of Salt Meadow, the part I'm going to have to get to someday, is one of ten sections, or units, of the Stewart B. McKinney National Wildlife Refuge. You hear about many of the units individually if you read a lot about things to do in Connecticut, but it's not always pointed out that they are part a larger whole. The "National" part of this refuge stands out as somewhat of a rarity in a state with a seemingly endless supply of state and local parks, preserves, trails, and whatever else you could want, but, e.g., only one National Park. (Which isn't even really a National Park, but a National Historic Site.)
So going to Salt Meadow is also a little reminder, if you're stuck in a Connecticut bubble (Connectubble?) that we're part of the whole country. Which, depending of course on what sort of national news you've been reading on any given day, can be a nice thought.