I walk over to the one sign i see at the park. It says "Unimproved Camping." As i struggled at the use of words, i realized 'unimproved' was a great way to desribe not just the dilapitated, seemingly abandoned park we were in, but this whole town, wherever we were. I imagine at one time families went to the mini golf course, eat at the cafe and tended to their lawns...but something changed to make them flee or cease caring, not sure wish. It made me think, if i had a seizure right now, i am truly in the middle of fucking nowhere...maybe it's time to go...
on our way back to the car, Gorilla had a standoff with two deer in the distance. Sid was oblivious but did find time to find a mud puddle, as always...oh yeah, and he rolled in something. There were signs on the trash can that said, 'no dead fish allowed.' maybe he rolled in some fish, in any event, it stunk really really bad. I grabbed a towel and water and scrubbed for a good few minutes before getting the brood back in the car. good times...