*Deer were everywhere. It seemed as if every time we turned a corner, there was another family of deer chomping on some ground cover, stretching their necks to get leaves from the trees, or licking the moss off of a downed tree branch. They didn't appear to be scared of humans either. The girl and I were carrying around leaves for her leaf collection and at one point a deer came up to sniff what we had. I guess it had our people smell on it though because he wasn't too interested.
*The weather was perfect for a day at this type of moody park. It was overcast and drizzly and the temperatures were in the sixties. Even in the drippy rain, none of us were ever really cold.
*I really think my family thrives in this kind of climate. All summer long we rolled around the apartment complaining about the heat and the fact that the damn sun wouldn't go down. If we did venture out to a park, it wasn't long before someone complained about being hungry, or thirsty, or tired. But this time, the kids raced through the grey, drippy forest with no complaints. The girl didn't want to leave and the boy declared it the best park he's been to.
*Other than a few people fishing, the park was nearly deserted. (I've quickly learned that not everyone loves the wet weather as much as we do.)
*Honestly, there is more I want to say, but the beauty of it all is still sinking in and I'm having trouble finding the words. My emotions for it are that intense. Living in the south all my life, a park like this was always something out of my dreams, never really being something I thought I could experience firsthand. I know you folks are probably tired of hearing it, but I'm so glad to be here.
(Oh, and thank you all for the compliments on the new header. I think Jay may have actually taken that one. My eyes are always drawn to the man fishing, he's the speck right above the 'i' in my name.)