Shawn and I visited Turkey Creek Sanctuary a second time this weekend, we went last weekend. Last weekend, I forgot to put the card in my camera (oi) so I wasn’t able to take hardly any pictures. Internal memory of most digital cameras suck so hard.
This weekend, I went back with my digital camera and card and took a lot of pictures. It’s a very nice little park/nature preserve with board walks that seem to go on forever. There are moments within the park that Shawn and I felt as if we had walked into a time where we’d see a brontosaurus wandering by; carpets of ferns and tall, tall untouched jungle.
On the board walks, there are dedications carved into the wooden planks beneath feet. Some of them are dedicated to people passed, some of them are just ’shout-outs,’ some declaring unending love, and I saw several of them dedicated to beloved pets. Names and dates of families and people, I felt a little warmed and a tiny bit odd walking over them.
The only complaint I had was the width of the entry to the board walk. These shoulder-high rails to either side of us were terribly narrow, and we are terribly fat people. This prompted this question:
Me: “Why are these paths so thin?”
Shawn: Without a seconds worth of hesitation he replies, “Because thin people enjoy nature. Fat people eat it.”
Everyday with my husband is like a day with the learning channel!
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