Jubilee and I set out exploring this morning. I had a plan - the Rachel Carson Trail in North Park - and I had written directions from Mapquest. But, like last week, I got hopelessly lost. Babcock Blvd, where I was supposed to turn right 3 miles after turning onto PA 910, was not there. So I kept going, and since the roads around here go round and round, I went in circles. You never know whether you’re going East or West, North or South around here, because the roads don’t pretend to follow a grid. Finally I saw a sign for North Park, and went for it.
It seems to be a large park, with lots of ball fields and playgrounds interspersed with wooded area and neighborhoods. We stopped at a deserted ball field and found our way toward some hiking into a wooded area. But we were never far from the sound of a highway, children playing, or the rat-a-tat-tat of something (guns?) that made Jubilee a bit nervous. She was always wanting to head back to the car.
There were some parts of the hike that looked a little foreboding.
Didn't see any thistles at all, but the grasses were interesting ...
Driving around I sensed how we are just skimming the surface of this land and its peoples, there are so many families and homes and stories that surround us. Even though it looks relatively rural, most every little pocket is cultivated. I even saw a sign for a friary. The only way that you ever really know a place is when you start making relationships with others who live there.
I especially like the foreboding photo of the black tree! I admire you for all of your adventures.
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