Yesterday we took a short bus ride to Glen River Park, at the north end of the city. We walked through the park and back into town.
The trails through the park — some paved, some not — follow a small stream. We were never too far from civilization; in most places you could see nearby houses, and sometimes hear a nearby highway. But it was still a peaceful stroll by a babbling brook.
As usual, Barry took a lot of photos, and I’m sure he will be sharing them!
I’ve gotten a bit spoiled by the Eno River State Park, especially by the unofficial trails that I usually follow, or the bushwhacking I do when it’s not tick and poison ivy season. I’d forgotten how much litter gathers in urban parks. It was a big disheartening.
This bit of artwork was in the park, with no plaque or explanation. It sort of evokes a yin/yang symbol, and included all these little tiles that looks like they were likely made by kids.
Cork Spring 