With map in hand, I started walking the paved roads toward the campsites. I saw frequent splashes of paint on the trees and believed I was going the right direction. Soon, however, I was walking past homes. I always had a sense of where the bridge was so I walked that direction expecting to find the State Park. After I hiked a hill, I saw a sign pointing the other direction for the State Park. I tried to wave down several drivers but they kept going. In a more-populated area, a lady was walking towards her car. I ran to catch her. She was vague about how I would walk back and offered to drive me. My sincere thanks to 85 years young, Eleanor Fitzpatrick, for the ride!! ~~ Back to my site at 11:33 AM. Wow, what a long walk; wish I'd had my pedometer. Eighty-one degrees inside... all closed up.
Note: Next to last picture, walking up the hill. Last picture, walking down the hill on the other side.
Where was Carmen when you needed her?
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