I grew up in DC. From the time I was 10 or 11 years old, nothing good was said about the quality and safety of area rivers. The Anacostia River was for looking at, walking alongside, and crossing over—not swimming in. Same for The Potomac. No drinking, wading, nor fishing was encouraged, although people did all of that in spite of stories of the rivers being loaded with human and industrial waste.
My Dad went to Solomon’s Island to fish for spots, blues, and croakers. If anyone showed up with fish to share, he needed to know where it came from. He’d have catfish sent all the way from Baton Rouge before he’d eat a fish from DC waters.
I hope the water quality has actually improved, and that it’s truly safe to fully enjoy The Anacostia.
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