by Jamie Philips
To close a tumultuous 2025 with restorative time by the river, I decided spontaneously to paddle my beloved Anacostia around 11 am on New Year’s Eve, south from Bladensburg as I usually do. In my last-minute decision to get out there, I paid little mind to the tides – a critical variable for much of the river’s enjoyment. I hadn’t totally decided my destination or paddle duration before launching, figuring Spirit would guide me and I’d turn back around the time I was halfway out of gas or daylight.
