Hains Point

For me, it’s not a legit summer in DC unless I do two things: visit the pandas and lions at the National Zoo, and picnic at Hains Point. Since my boyfriend and I first started dating, it’s been a yearly tradition of ours to scoop up crab legs and shrimp at Maine Avenue Fish Market and head to the park. As a child, my parents would drive my sisters and I down to Hains to watch boats drift across the Potomac and catch planes making their noisy way in and out of Reagan airport. Being there is always a good reminder to self to take it easy, that things actually can feel as carefree as they did back in those old days. 


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