Even better weather on Sunday required a hike on one of Kent Park's Trails before loading up to go home. Vince, Letha, Chloe, and I struck out from the youth group camp and most of the time we even knew where we were--sort of.
There were lots of interesting trees and wetlands. A great deal of planting has gone on in recent years to, I think, repair damage Kent sustained several years ago from straight-line winds. But open areas are being encouraged too, to restore some prairie areas.
We found another of the old bridges, this one a pony truss design, along our route. Lots of trekking up and down the hills, but a lovely walk and perfect end to a great weekend. Well, not quite. A perfect end would have been if we had pulled the camper into the alley at home and someone else had parked it, unhooked it, unloaded it, and did the laundry. But you can't have everything.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.