As I walked across the bridge over the homeless person on my way to the beach, I mentally noted to myself that there was a reason why the area smelled so rank and foul. Someone took a dump near the bridge. I was very happy to see the light at the end of this particular tunnel. I don’t know why I was so excited to see this ugly “light” at the end of the the tunnel but I just loved the repeating curves. I was fascinated by it.
I used to love riding the waves with my grandpa holding on to me to make sure I didn’t float off to sea. I really wanted to jump into the water but was afraid of the toxic bacteria after our first rain of the season – my feet would probably fall off. As it was, I just sat there listening to the waves crashing on the sand. I forgot how soothing that sound really was. It was slowly lulling me to sleep so I decided it was time for me to get to my next destination.
I’ve been wanting to go to Will Rogers State Historic Park all summer but just couldn’t get the energy together to make it there. It’s now $12 to park your car. But it supports WRSHP so I say go for it. I’d hate to see this place close down. There are a few different trails that you can take. I’ve done all of them at one point or another – some harder than others. I’m amazed that my grandpa, even in his 80’s would come hiking here for exercise. Wow.
