Phaede's Cabin John Posts

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Cooking in the summer usually means firing up the smoker. Under the trees, the super great-smelling smoke hangs in the morning air. I breathe it in and nod - my coffee tastes pretty great, but its almost time to crack open the first beer of the day.

I live in a tiny community wedged between Cabin John Creek and the C & O Canal, just outside of Washington DC.  Sometimes we are encircled in gridlock (my friend Tom always says “gridlock is good”, because he is a developer). When we walk down to the Canal, we sometimes see herons and always see lots of turtles sunning on fallen logs. We take our time on our walks, my wife and I - the Potomac River lies just west of the canal and there’s so much to see and think about these days. Just  wish the bike riders rushing past us with their black rear ends bobbing would choose another path to accumulate their miles and and burn calories. They say “On your left” as they pass. We grumble, but they don’t hear us over the sounds of the river and their tires rolling on the gravel. Living in Cabin John is full of contradictions. I like it here.