The Creek

Our neighborhood backs up to a beautiful creek that empties into the Potomac.  It is lush with waterplants, filled with jumping fish, and surrounded by stately woods.  We have spotted a beaver swimming home to his dam, a few intoxicated high schoolers, and two Huck Finn-ish young boys on their way home from fishing here.  There is a path that leads down to the water and on cool evenings we like to walk down and throw a few rocks in the water, slap a few mosquitos and escape a bit into this little natural enclave just down the road.