Tuesday, April 3, 2012
A Different Kind of Rock Show
The first and last time I went to Carderock to rock climb, I was sixteen. It was a cold and grey December day, and my boyfriend and his friends wanted to teach me the ropes. ( ha ha) I was halfway up the cliff when I learned that clinging to unforgiving stone by my fingernails was not my idea of fun. Still it's a beautiful and a wonderful place. Yesterday was particularly spectacular with the temperature around 70 under a cloudless sky.
Hard to believe the city is only fifteen minutes down the road, and suburbia sprawls all around here, but Carderock provides a perfect little Spring break and a chance to come eye to eye with a frog a world away from DC's chattering talking heads.