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Halfway through their constitutionals, dog walkers, trail trippers, and other visitors to Arlington’s Potomac Regional Overlook Park encounter this huge listing concrete structure that spans the bed of Donaldson Creek.
The wall, which stretches 50 yards across the Potomac tributary—crumbles to reveal twisted Rebar, steel rods bested by the weight of water and sand. A rusted iron winch sits atop the rampart seems designed to operate a small floodgate near the base. Erosion, which has clogged the opening with stones and silt, has rendered the mechanism useless.
A sand-filled room adjoins the wall’s downstream side. At first glance, the chamber is reminiscent of the sweat boxes omnipresent in bad WWII prison camps. But the hut’s accoutrements—empty cans of Milwaukee’s Best and thrasher graffiti—denote a prison of the mind instead.
Now relegated to teenage love den and mosquito incubator, this edifice was once so vital that some poor fools hauled tons of cement and steel up (or down) a half-mile of stream bed.
That doesn’t make it Stonehenge, but it does make you wonder.
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