kaboom!

No I didn't fall. This time. Stop stressing.

Yesterday I walked in Whitehall Parkway. I took my niece to girl scouts near Target on Cedar Crest Blvd, and had thre hours to kill. Whitehall Parkway it was. I din't fancy myself driving down McArthur Rd the week before Thanksgiving, so I took Mauch Chunk road past Grumpy' and turned. I picked the exact correct street. It had a sign for "Egypt" so I thought I'd be close. I was 2 blocks away.

After parking I set out through the woods to the trail. When I reached the trail I was shocked. MACADAM! It has finally been paved.

That's why the next section of the trail had a closed sign. but when has that stopped me. I went onward and upward.

The trail now goes as far as Quarry street, but I didn't have a chance to walk it. I was getting close to the The Troxell-Steckel house trail-head when I had this sharp pain in my gut. The child and I had stopped for lunch and something clearly didn't agree with me. There was no outhouse at the trail head. I was screwed. I'd never make it a mile and a half back to my car and the latrine in that lot. 

I booked it back. I left the trail and walked on the road because it's shorter. I was less than a 1/4 mile away when all hell started breaking loose--a gut bomb! I used the latrine, and then again the bathroom at the Sheetz. (Both were a 4 BEFORE I went in.)

And then again at Target where I bought new pants and changed. That is where I met this cute turkey at the front of the store.

I picked up the girls and we went to my house to wrap and pack the 10 shoe boxes for the Holiday Hope Chests I do every year for the volunteer center. Then we -- including Angel and her husband -- had supper before returning the girls to their parents.