Most notable about today's walk was the constant booming of gunfire. There must be a target range close by. Why have I never heard it? It's not like it's the first time I've been there.
We met in the visitor's lot, and warmed up in the picnic pavilion. We were walking to the lock tenders house. Wait, that's only a 1/4 mile away. How can that be? George and Hank, the mules, were already on site. It's clear that April is field trip month--there was a bus full of Mennonite children waiting to ride the boat. (If the long skirts and caps weren't a big enough clue, the bus said so.)
We headed toward the museum and instead of going left to get on the trail, we went right and followed a paved path in a big circle that ultimately went into the woods and crossed two wood bridges. Ultimately we ended up at the lock tenders house. It was maybe 3/4 of a mile.
We past the house, and the chain lock and continued toward Island Park where the trail ends. There's signage about how it was an amusement park until about 100 years ago. Nature has taken it back.
We returned to the chain lock where the boat full of children were turning around.
We were going to take the D&L back, but Michele didn't want to scare the mules with her whistle. My thought was if they could tolerate all the gun fire, the whistle wouldn't bother them. At least we didn't have to navigate road apples and goose shit.
Miles/Steps: less than 2 miles.
Weather: low 50s, sunny, cold breeze
Wildlife: Hank and George don't count. But there were 2 geese. Which is shocking. Usually there is a lot more.
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