A raw and overcast Sunday morning, perched above Jack’s Boathouse at the foot of Georgetown. Quiet rowers lumber out on the dock, stretch and ease needlelike sculls into the cold, green glass of the upper Potomac. They pull into an effortless glide.
is that key bridge if you know?
Yes it is!
thank-you,i thought so… lived in rosslyn………
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