I am incredibly lucky. I live in a stone house, on a half acre, on a cul-de-sac, one stop light to Georgetown, and less than a quarter of a mile from the Potomac River Palisades. It takes me 15 minutes to get to work, three minutes to get to a grocery store, two minutes to find peace in the woods, and even less time to find an open space to work the dogs.
My house is surrounded by small parks and pocket woods that lead down to the river, which is a 200-mile woods stretching all the way to West Virginia. Key Bridge is just down river from my house, and the bridge I cross every morning to get to work.
Just above my house is the first "Little Falls" on the Potomac, and a few miles above that is Great Falls, the most spectacular urban white water rapids in the world.
Across the river from my house is the C & O Canal and its flat bike path stretching past dozens of old locks, and rolling up to Harper's Ferry, West Virginia. Along the canal are excellent public hunting lands, some of which I use to occasionally work the dogs.
Rock Creek Park rolls into the C&O Canal at the very eastern end of Georgetown, and provides a wildlife corridor north through the city. There are fox, raccoon, deer, and even coyotes in Rock Creek Park, which is one of the most-studied bird habitats in the world.
The Potomac River is rolling in shad and white perch this time of year, and has a steady supply of bass and cat fish at all times. A Bald Eagle used to nest in a massive tree just below the house, until her nesting tree fell over from rot. Cormorants and herons attest that the river is full of life, and stand-up paddle boarders, kayakers, and rowing shells vie for space on warm days.
Gratitude. It's a good thing to have, and most days I have it.