On Tuesday I explored this stream near where I grew up in College Park. I didn't spend much time there as a kid because it was on the other side of U.S. 1, but I do remember a friend taking me to a swimming hole a little ways downstream. The unauthorized swimming trip got me in trouble with my parents. That was almost 60 years ago.
Although I had read an fairly recent report by someone who had some success fishing this stream, I only saw and caught a few small minnows.
Human activity and the usual abuses are evident. The majority of the trash trapped by this downed tree seemed to be plastic water bottles. A few years ago I promised myself to never buy those things.