Piney Point was the summer escape to presidents in the 1800’s, who ferried down the mighty Potomac River to enjoy the cool stiff breezes that the mile-wide river offered after sunset. I love it when the winds kick up here!
There was a grand hotel off Lighthouse Road, but little remains, as it burned down long ago, except for a dead-end road named Hotel Cove Road.
Denying climate change is about as asinine as believing that the Trump pee tape is a fabrication. But given we have entered the Orwellian World of perpetual war (and no one seems to care), and living with a clueless reality TV leader, it doesn’t fucking matter. Life will go on.
I’m not sure if one or two flood events will finally wipe out these old homes, but as they get torn down, they are replaced (by code) with 3-story structures designed to survive the coming high waters.
I am happy that I am leaving soon, but will miss Piney Point.
