I have been pretty much stuck at home since my surgery in March, so we have gone on two drives to break up the monotony a bit. The first one, we did not plan and ended up going in a giant circle. Oops. This one, we planned to drive through a few parks. Much better outcome.
The first park was Hillman Park. It’s very rustic and is apparently a good place to go hunting. We saw some people starting a trail ride, so now I want a horse. Except you can’t have just one horse, must have at least two so they can have a friend. Except some horses don’t get along with some horses. They’re just giant dogs, really.
Anyway, we drove through that one - very pretty. Very wooded. Maybe a place for a hike in the future, but not in the fall because hunting. We decided to keep on going and head to a park a few miles past that one called Raccoon Creek State Park. There appeared to be a creek. Check. The group campground was closed, but got out and wandered around there for a bit. There were no lawn mowers, no weed trimmers, no people, even. Just quiet and birds singing.
Until someone showed up and also started wandering around, so we left. As we drove, I poetically noted the dappled light filtering through the trees.
We headed to the other side of the park and saw that the normal campground appeared to be open, and then drove over to the beach to wait in traffic for a bit. There was maybe social distancing going on? We did see someone in a bikini and a mask, so people are still trying. That’s good. The beach was a mess of cars and people and we drove around the parking lot and left, waiting in line to get out since there was a bridge with only one lane and only one car could go at a time.
Then we headed home. The GPS, having lost signal, had decided we were now doing everything in kilometers, causing some slight confusion as to why it thought we were doing 70 until we realized what was going on, and also advised us that the approximate time we would arrive at home would be four, colon, 30pm. Okay.
We turned on to Potato Garden Run Road and shortly thereafter were back to miles per hour. What a fun road name. We passed a sign that said: GOT FAR WOOD. And, well, we should have stopped. I didn’t get a picture, but believe me, it was there. It made us smile, and you know what… we do have a far pit. Probably should get some far wood.
We arrived home around 4, colon, 30pm and were greeted with so much joy. I actually think they’re relieved we left them for a bit - get some doggo alone time to just chill and not worry about where the humans are wandering about in the house.
It was a nice day. Much needed. I hope we can go camping soon. We haven’t gone in ages and I miss it. But I’m only going if the terlets are open.