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The End

Now two days after I thought I was done, I’m looking to take advantage of any cut through paths to get me the final four streets — including this one from Charing Cross to Chapman Farms.

Another cut through from Chapman Farm to Carver Road

This is a far as you can get on Queen Mitchell Road

I’ll always have a spot soft in my heart for Tuffed Moss. The 334th street of 334.

Back home. (Not sure why these look like over-sized clown shorts in this photo.) The End. — Back home. *(Not sure why these look like over-sized clown shorts in this photo.)* The End.

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Day 15: Route 3 / Walking Fish Pond

My Dad and me ice skating on Lake Louise in 1981

Walking Fish Pond: the scene of the famous snakehead sightings in June/July 2002

From Wikipedia:

***“Snakehead Terror*** is a 2004 American made-for-television science fiction-horror film and is one of two Sci Fi Channel films based on the snakehead fish incident in a Crofton, Maryland, pond. The other film is *Frankenfish*. *Swarm of the Snakehead* is an independently produced creature comedy based on the same Crofton incident, and the only one of the three actually filmed in Maryland. All three films are based on real fish called snakeheads.”

Drain pipe under Route 3 by Nautilus Diner

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Day 14b: Route 3 / Brewery Stops

“By 2017, [the Unites States] had more than five thousand [breweries] —or in practical terms, one or more in any city with creative ambitions for its future. As with any start-up field, not all of these ventures were well thought out, and not all of them could survive. But enough have flourished to make craft breweries one of the most reliable signs of civic energy. A town that has them also has a certain kind of entrepreneur, and a critical mass of mainly young (except for me) customers. It sounds like a joke, but it explains a lot.””

— Our Towns: A 100,000-Mile Journey into the Heart of America by James Fallows, Deborah Fallows

There are always good vibes at Pherm — the town’s second brewery that opened December 2020. — Good vibes at Pherm — the town’s second brewery that opened December 2020.

A quick “Cookie D’oh’ — a 10.2% Basil Hayden bourbon barrel aged double chocolate stout — in Pherm’s “Shakedown Beer Garden.”

Need to cross Route 3 but waiting for a better spot

Some of the only graffiti I saw around Crofton.

DOBRA isn’t exactly Cool “Disco” Dan. I think we could probably narrow down where DOBRA lives based on the location of tags.

The spot of my eventual Route 3 crossing

Brewery #2: Chesepiooc

When I saw that Chesepiooc would be tapping a helles lager with habanero called “Run Like Helles,” I knew this was where I needed to complete this journey. In this photo I thought I was toasting the completion of 344 streets and only realized a few… — When I saw that Chesepiooc would be tapping a helles lager with habanero called “Run Like Helles,” I knew this was where I needed to complete this journey. In this photo I thought I was toasting the completion of 344 streets and only realized a few hours later that my watch accidently stopped recording my run 5 miles before I finished running.

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Day 14a: Johns Hopkins / Underwood / 450

I had been dreading this day’s route knowing it was a little dangerous because of the lack of a sidewalk for most of it. I have to say, it was a nice sunrise, though.

Thankfully there’s not a lot of traffic coming around these bends early in the morning.

Nice spot for deer sightings. I was a little too slow to get any photos.

You can date a cul de sac by whether the circle is landscaped.

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Day 13: Riedel Road / Walden

A very green route despite most of it being along major roads

Birthplace of Johns Hopkins Road and location of the summer beer garden.

The sidewalk on Johns Hopkins Road end here. Saving the rest for tomorrow.

Progress: 302 of 344 Crofton streets run (87.8%)

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Day 12: Edward Snowden’s Childhood Home / Layton Stret / Courts of Crofton / Cedar Grove

Edward Snowden’s childhood home on Knightsbridge Turn

Edward Snowden’s memoir, Permanent Record, has a section devoted to Crofton. I find it an interesting perspective so I’ve included it below. *(Note: Knights Bridge should be one word.)*

“We lived in Crofton, Maryland, halfway between Annapolis and Washington, DC, at the western edge of Anne Arundel County, where the residential developments are all in the vinyl-sided Federalist style and have quaint ye-olde names like Crofton Towne, Crofton Mews, The Preserve, The Ridings. Crofton itself is a planned community fitted around the curves of the Crofton Country Club. On a map, it resembles nothing so much as the human brain, with the streets coiling and kinking and folding around one another like the ridges and furrows of the cerebral cortex. Our street was Knights Bridge Turn, a broad, lazy loop of split-level housing, wide driveways, and two-car garages. The house we lived in was seven down from one end of the loop, seven down from the other—the house in the middle. I got a Huffy ten-speed bike and with it, a paper route, delivering the Capital, a venerable newspaper published in Annapolis, whose daily distribution became distressingly erratic, especially in the winter, especially between Crofton Parkway and Route 450, which, as it passed by our neighborhood, acquired a different name: Defense Highway. For my parents this was an exciting time. Crofton was a step up for them, both economically and socially. The streets were tree-lined and pretty much crime-free, and the multicultural, multiracial, multilingual population, which reflected the diversity of the Beltway’s diplomatic corps and intelligence community, was well-to-do and well educated. Our backyard was basically a golf course, with tennis courts just around the corner, and beyond those an Olympic-size pool. Commuting-wise, too, Crofton was ideal. It took my father just forty minutes to get to his new posting as a chief warrant officer in the Aeronautical Engineering Division at Coast Guard Headquarters, which at the time was located at Buzzard Point in southern Washington, DC, adjacent to Fort Lesley J. McNair. And it took my mother just twenty or so minutes to get to her new job at the NSA, whose boxy futuristic headquarters, topped with radomes and sheathed in copper to seal in the communications signals, forms the heart of Fort Meade. I can’t stress this enough, for outsiders: this type of employment was normal. Neighbors to our left worked for the Defense Department; neighbors to the right worked in the Department of Energy and the Department of Commerce. For a while, nearly every girl at school on whom I had a crush had a father in the FBI. Fort Meade was just the place where my mother worked, along with about 125,000 other employees, approximately 40,000 of whom resided on-site, many with their families. The base was home to over 115 government agencies, in addition to forces from all five branches of the military. To put it in perspective, in Anne Arundel County, population just over half a million, every eight hundredth person works for the post office, every thirtieth person works for the public school system, and every fourth person works for, or serves in, a business, agency, or branch connected to Fort Meade. The base has its own post offices, schools, police, and fire departments. Area children, military brats and civilians alike, would flock to the base daily to take golf, tennis, and swimming lessons. Though we lived off base, my mother still used its commissary as our grocery store, to stock up on.””

— Permanent Record by Edward Snowden