Noticed Hunts Mill Park on a map today, not three or four blocks from my building. Naturally, I went to investigate. It's unmarked by street signs and is larger than my map indicated. The whole investigation took me two late-day hours.
The park, mostly water and forest (sadly marred by noise pollution from Route 78) was wonderfully empty. The forest opens to broad lawns of contiguous playing fields in the south. I sat there a while, contemplating the sounding of the spheres. Then stood and stretched a bit this way and that and - did a cartwheel. I'm thirty years old and doing cartwheels. I'm so proud of myself.
Also wove through an overgrown trail even further south and discovered a literally charred small pagoda, outfitted with a grill and what looked like interesting warming ovens. Perhaps some sort of concession stand five or more years ago? Inaccessible to the public now.
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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