Outdoor Adventure

Walks in the park always remind me of my dad. When I was little, we lived near Tryon Creek Park, and would go for walks often. Sometimes on foot, sometimes on horseback. I remember one time, my dad said "Hey Catherine, do you want to go to the park?" I said "Yeah!" with visions of swings and slides in my head. About half way through our walk, I asked "Dad, where are the swings?" It must have made him laugh because I know I'd been there before. He just said "This is a different kind of park."

Now I go for walks in Mt. Tabor and think of him often. It always amazes me how similar I am to him.

Today I only went for a short walk, because it's so grey and gross outside, but am about to do pilates, so it all evens out.