The blog posts have gotten a little bit sparser these past few weeks, as the craziness of life has taken over. What is it about the end of summer that makes people feel the need to buckle down and get back to work?
At any rate, I thought this “oldie but goodie” picture (taken in Rock Creek Park in 2006) was appropriate for the way I’m feeling these days. Can’t slow down. Lots to do and little time to do it in. And it feels like the holidays will be upon us in no time, too. Does it make me sound old talking about how fast time goes by?
Not much to write about this morning, especially after one of the worst sports weekends in DC area history, at least that I can remember… So here’s a photo I pulled from the archives, taken 3 years ago in March, of the old stone bridge on Beach Drive in Rock Creek Park. We used to run in that direction, over the bridge, more frequently when we lived at our old apartment, but it’s been awhile now. When we would go by, I always expected an old troll to be sitting under it, eating little children or whatever it is that trolls do. Now that the leaves are starting to change, it would be a good time to go back and see it.
Ok, I know it might be bad luck to post this old photo from the so-called “deluge” of 2006 in Rock Creek Park. But, with Tropical Storm Hanna coming up the east coast this weekend, I couldn’t help but remember how powerful water damage can be… The DC area is expected to get up to 5″ of heavy rain and winds tomorrow. Luckily, our apartment is stocked with lots of wine and food, so now we’ll just have to hope the power stays on. Otherwise, it’ll turn into operation:eat all the food in the fridge a la my freshman year at UMD when a hurricane came through that knocked out the electricity for 3 days.
While I do not believe that gorillas are a species indigenous the the great District of Columbia wilderness otherwise known as Rock Creek Park that is what the view from the Taft Bridge this morning at circa 6:45a reminded me of. Very weird remnants from the intense storms that we had last night (which incidentally downed a large portion of a tree on the southwest side of the bridge).
On a separate Rock Creek wilderness point, last night while I was waiting outside our apartment building for Lori to come back from her test ride on her new bike (!) I saw a small raccoon fall from about 45′ up in a tree all the way down to the ground taking a fair bit of tree branch with it. I have to give it to the raccoon though, he/she/it shook it off and scurried right back up the same tree. There must be some good eats up in those limbs somewhere.
Happy Graduation from College Day to Val, Ty, and all the other graduaters out there! woo hoo!
These are 4 enormous trees in Rock Creek Park, but they are super cool because all 4 of the trunks here taper into one single monster momma trunk about 6 feet above the ground. They’re like 4 Siamese quadruplet trees each doin’ their own thing.
Ahhh the first crabs of summer… There is truly nothing better than crustaceans covered in Old Bay and a cold beer to go along with. We spent all day Saturday of this long weekend on a little plot of shaded grass in Rock Creek Park with all of our friends. There were plenty of lawn games going on including washers, tailgate toss/cornhole, boccie ball, lawn golf, and of course aerobic crab-feasting.
The best part is that we raised over $150 for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society for our Team in Training Triathlon. Thank you to everyone who contributed!
Last Saturday afternoon was spent mud-trudging through Rock Creek Park. We took a *secret* entrance to one of the trails: straight downhill behind our apartment and apparently right through what looked to be a deserted homeless-person shelter/setup… tarps strung-up on strings and a lean-to, old tires, and other broken things. This was also the site where Matt and I both managed to slip on the same patch of mudslide.
At the base of that hill is the Rock Creek Park Mounted Police training facility, basically a large building and lots of hay and horse-smelly things around. We also found a sign showing where the very first bridge was that crossed the river, though I forgot the date. It’s hard to picture the little structure that must have superceeded the now massive piers of the Taft Bridge. Wandred a bit away from that area, and that is where the photo above was snapped!
