Spring has sprung in my neck of the woods, and I have been stealing time to go for a walk on the way home from work every day. Well, every day I can justify it – some days, it’s hurry home to take care of something time-sensitive. I can usually manage 30 minutes, which is almost a mile with stops.
I don’t stop for rests, although that’s a technique I have used in the past walking with others. I stop to take pictures.
Yesterday’s walk was at Possum Creek Mass… er, Metropark. It’s an interesting place. There’s fishing lakes, which I shy away from, although with the pink trail you can’t entirely avoid one of them. Too peopley. I like lakes just fine. Swarms of fishers… well, there’s a reason I don’t usually take hikes on the weekends locally. Although I’m planning a trip… But I digress. This used to be a farm, and the enterprising farmer also set up a recreational area, with swimming pool, concession stands, and a dancefloor. When it was donated to the city, it came with the specification to dedicate the forest to the Argonne. Which confuses the First Reader when I tell him I was walking in the Argonne!