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It wasn't too obnoxiously hot on Saturday, so after lunch, we went to Great Falls, which was surprisingly uncrowded -- I think a lot of people are out of town. The great blue herons were in hiding, maybe because there were many vultures on the rocks right by the river who had apparently found something dead to eat, but we saw a muskrat for the first time that we remember in that part of the canal, plus a green heron, turtles, skink, geese, and lots of swallowtail butterflies:
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On the way home we stopped at the Bethesda Co-op, which had Beyond Burgers, which we had for dinner. We watched the entirety of the Nationals' loss to the Mets, redeemed only because I got to watch Noah Syndergaard pitch, then we looked at the Orioles score and put on A Walk on the Moon
for the Woodstock anniversary -- I hadn't seen it in a decade, so that was very enjoyable, half-naked Viggo and all. By the time it ended, the Orioles had lost by more than 20 runs, eek!