So where has my summer gone? I haven't been swimming. I've only been camping once, and the days are now getting shorter and shorter. At least I've been out to a few of the area and state parks this summer, and fortunately, I haven't been bitten by mosquitos too much (except for that one Monday night in Liberty Park...)
As the dog days of August roll on, Ross and I decided to not waste the nice weather this past Sunday and make a return to Garvin Park. This time around we were going to hit a different part of the park. So we grab a glossy map and hit the trail.
It wasn't too bad trekking through the shaded portions and watching out for horse droppings in the first half hour. But then it got a little warm for me, and since I was wearing shorts, little branches and such scratched my legs. And we soldiered on.
We were following the map, but it seemed to lead us to where we didn't want to go. That involved crossing the river/stream to get back to the car. We would turn around and go back on the trail a little further to try to find a spot where we didn't have to necessarily cross the water. That effort turned out to be fruitless. By this time, I was feeling the effects of the humidity that was in the air. I swear I thought we'd never get out of that park, especially after turning around so many times.
We finally get to where we could hear traffic going by on 59. There weren't too many options except for hiking up the side and hitting the highway to get back into the park entrance (I'm sure there probably were, but we're not totally familiar with the park's trailways as we've been only hiking there twice). So we're trudging up the side of the highway as vehicles whizzed past. And even when we reached the park's entrance, we still had a ways to go before we reached the car. We kept plodding along as we've been constantly walking for two hours. After our arduous trek, we realized that the part of the park we were traversing was mainly the horse trails and that the footbridges that crossed the water were in a different part. Oh well, it was an adventure to say the least.
Speaking of adventure, it's been one just going down the street where I live. For the past couple of months, the part of North 5th that I live on has been torn up for a project. I've learned to carry a flashlight and wear a pair of old tennis shoes to make my way to my Jeep and back home again. It can get interesting when I'm coming home from the paper at 10 p.m. or so. That's where my flashlight comes in handy. And that was a comment I heard the other week from a woman who happened to be going down the street the same time I was, roughly 10:30 p.m. or so, that you need a flashlight to walk down the street. Yep, already prepared. I can't wait until I can park in front of my four-plex again.