I have neglected to mention that up until this time, we had the park completely to ourselves. Imagine our chagrin when a car pulled up, and from it two disc golfers. Nice kids. We let them stay. In fact, I caught them in the act!
The whole concept of the game was heightened by its surroundings!
In fact, I was especially drawn to what I have dubbed the pretzel tree
The trip round the lake was about a mile in length, and was truly an amazing way to spend a Thursday afternoon. But, the cleaning called, the pie crust had to be made, the fudge needed to be cooked, and there was bridge to play (after all, it is Thursday), so back into the car we go and head for home. Smartly we had asked the proprietors of our dining establishment how we should go home. There answer was quite succinct. Head south on the paved road. When the paved road seemed to end, turn left onto the next paved road. Always turn left. What the hey, the tasks could wait a little longer. Voila. We end up in Strandburg. We have never been to Strandburg. It was here that the only disappointment for the day occurred. Rivens General Store was not open! Somewhat despondent, we headed south (on the paved road) and eventually ended up on Hiway 212. Familiar territory. Passed Bren's corner. Passed Goodwin. Passed Kranzburg. Wait. We've never really seen Kranzburg, so we do the tour, coming out just by the Tip Top. Of course, we had never done the Tip Top before so we HAD to stop. One beer later (and an order of amazing Chislic) (and the greeting when we walked in of "Oh, two teachers out for an afternoon") (You can't go anywhere without being noticed!) we sadly bid adieu to the wandering wayfaring and hello to the mundane. But oh, what a delight we have had! Beauty surrounds us. We need but look. And the chores? Well, they were still there, but so much more fun to do! Know you are loved!