When crossing over I-66 from DC to Virginia along the Theodore Roosevelt Memorial Bridge, it barely registers that you briefly cross over Roosevelt Island. We’ve crossed the bridge thousands of times and never thought about this patch of land directly under the bridge. Until one day Nduku read something somewhere about the island and wanted to pay it a visit.
Celebrating the anniversary of when we first met 11 years ago at the movies, we grabbed Najwa and headed out. Finding parking was a sign that we weren’t the only ones who had the same thought, coronavirus be damned. But the trail that encircles the island is peaceful, albeit being under an interstate, unblemished nature with a massive plaza in the middle of the island where people can go and just find peace.