Where did this beautiful sunny day come from? As I finished my first cup of coffee, the sun was breaking through the clouds, and by the time I was midway through my second cup, it had turned into a positively gorgeous day.
Chris and I took advantage of the sun and warmth, and took his kayak and my paddle board to Anacostia Park, which has plenty of parking and a boat ramp. We were in the water by 10:00 and paddling upstream toward RFK and Kingman Island.
The Anacostia River has come a long way, and it’s still a far cry from pristine, but it was a beautiful morning. Ducks bobbed up and down on the waves, geese flew overhead, and children shrieked as they chased each other down the paths at Kingman Island. Two little kids called out to me from a bridge, and we waved at each other from a distance.
My mom grew up in Anacostia in the days before white flight in Southeast DC, and she has very fond memories of the river. Her PE classes were often held on the flats by the river, and her neighborhood felt like a small town. She’s delighted whenever I tell her of our adventures near her childhood home.
I told my paddle boarding buddy about our excursion, and she said next time, we all need to put in there and paddle all the way to Kenilworth Gardens.
Stay tuned, Mom, for more tales of adventures in your old stomping grounds.
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