We went in the back way, up the hill from the parking lot.
There are four-wheel tracks everywhere excepting on the top of the ridge.
It’s private property.
The trail comes into the park at the back side of the largest pond.
The trail on one side of the lake is raised on planks to keep it out of the bog.
I like the wiggles and the old boards.
I attempt some portraiture of my children.
Either I specialize in silly portraits,
or my family specializes in silly people,
or the world is a silly place,
or nothing is silly,
or we are all just trying to all get along,
or, “seriously.” As Iris would say.
