Walking to the Potomac

Yesterday a hike from Colvin's Run Mill to the Potomac River, eight miles round trip on the Cross-County Trail. The river is the trail's northern terminus and you have to work a little to get there. Floods have taken out part of the gravel walk along the stream and there's a stretch where you must clamber over rocks or turn back. Combine that with two fair-weather creek crossings and I used up my courage quotient for the day.

The destination was worth it, though, walking along the roiling waters of Difficult Run as it makes its way to the river, plunging and skipping over rocks, through channels narrow and deep. (Hard to believe it's related to the rivulet that meanders through my neighborhood.)

And then coming finally to the Potomac, the orange and yellow kayaks glimpsed through the trees, Maryland on the other side. The stateliness and otherness of a river. And a walk that made the destination matter.