changes and little museums

Today I left late for my walk. I did the laundry, hung it out and then has a call and visit from my sister. She's up for the weekend. It was probably one before I left.

Since this is the summer of little museums, I picked the parkway because I was sure the Museum of Indian Culture would be open. And this summer, I'm doing little museums.  I parked at the Fish Hatchery and headed toward the trail. At first I couldn't find the trail head. I had to ask a runner. I guess I lost it becuase I looked at the fish. The first part of this section of the trail is a really big hill. Then a long downhill. I always go this way because the otherway it would be a long uphill and a short, steep downhill! I headed toward the covered bridge.

Then I crossed the covered bridge and came back the other side. I actually think this side is a little shorter than the other side. The museum is right before the Hatchery. The trail forks and I took the fork to the Musuem.

I couldn't get in. At three places it said "open" by the door was locked. I was about to give up when the door opened and someone left me in. I'm guessing she was college age, but she looked 12. However, she was an excellent docent and has a lot of experience in the subject of indigenious peoples. I had never been there, but I learned a few things which is always great.

 Friday night/Saturday morning a branch fromt the tree fell on a car. It was only dinged, if anything. But they never moved the car. When I arrived home the car was gone — they just pulled out — and left the damage laying in the street. The only saw I have is my Christmas Tree saw, and it didn't work well. It kept seizing. I was trying to cut the big pieces into smaller pieces. I thought I was inept.

Mr. Schuster came home (A neighbor up the hill) and I told Sharon to run up and ask if he had a chain saw. He did, and he had trouble with a chain saw. I suddenly wasn't feeling so bad. Apparently my tree out front is very hard wood.

I have a pile of branches to cut smaller and take to the compost center, but the stree doesn't look too bad. Of course, I have to find someone that has a little knowledge of trees to fix the wound. Right now it's a big, nasy, jaggy, tear

Miles/Steps:  5 ish includes tree cutting adventure because I didn't check my tracker
Bathrooms:   none used
Wildlife:        Doe, fawn, cardinal, birds, squirrels. No geese or ducks. Lots of trout. But they weren't wild. They were captive
Weather:       Sunny, not humid, 80s    

$ found:        none

Extras:          One reason we don't use this section of the trail much is because there was a bad spot under the bridge. It felt like mountian climbing. They rebuilt the bridge and fixed the trail! (Below) Wooo Hoooo.