Undoing a Dam

Stopped briefly at Thompson's Boat Center along the Capital Crescent Trail in Georgetown yesterday and admired the powerful, gushing waters of Rock Creek as it met the wide, still Potomac. I stood on a narrow wooden bridge, hypnotized by the strength of the creek as it churned over rocks. Three fisherman cast lines at the mouth. One reeled in a little fish--blue gill?--and tossed it back in. I used to know the names of these fish when I was younger.

It reminded me of this clip I'd see earlier of Condit Dam being removed from the White Salmon River in Washington state last autumn. The river wrestles out of its confinement and practically explodes with energy as the dam is destroyed. Powerful.