Three rows/two knitting hours ago, when there was still daylight.

I went back and checked my old high school classmate’s photo of Cabin John Creek, and not having looked at it in some time, I actually pretty faithfully followed the picture so far–only, I flipped it. I had no idea.

Huh.

The trails alongside the creek were built by the Civilian Conservation Corps courtesy of President Roosevelt during the Great Depression and ran past the neighborhood I grew up in. I can tell you which slab of rock has the pile of leaves next to it that you’d best not step into lest you and the snake underneath suddenly race in opposite directions faster than you knew you could go.