August on the Potomac
I was down in Colonial Beach this morning for an interview and, after that, I swung by the Town Pier for a look at the water. I grew up on the river, camping with my family on the Maryland side (Cedar Point), and my dad had a place on Mattox Creek, just downriver from the Colonial Beach on the Virginia side. I remembered those hot, virtually breezeless days in late summer when the river was so calm, it looked like glass. It was that way this morning. Still, there were lots of people on the beach, splashing in the water, creating the only waves in sight. There was a lone fisherman at the end of the pier. He said he caught a couple croakers earlier, and had a couple good bites.