Over the weekend I went back to Salt Springs to try and get acquainted with more of the trails. This is necessary, because I have an embarrassing confession to make: I suck at reading trail maps. Give me a road map, ask me to get from Point A to Point B, and I may or may not get there, but give me a trail map, and I will fuck up every single time.
When I look at a trail map, it makes perfect sense. I pick my route, off I go, and after a while I realize that, yep, I've screwed up again. AFTER I've gotten waylaid on some side trail, I can look at the trail map and see exactly where I've gone wrong (the "d'oh!" moment), but somehow I seem unable to learn my lesson and READ THE DAMN MAP RIGHT THE FIRST TIME.
So! When I start walking at a new place, I try to get a general feel for trail locations, because God knows the maps aren't gonna help me.
There is a cool rock at Salt Springs. Over the years, people have stuck pennies into it. My sister-in-law, who is in her sixties and grew up near Salt Springs Park, says she remembers sticking pennies into it when she was a little girl. But the funny thing is, the pennies are melting.
I don't know if you can tell by the picture above, but the pennies are slumped over. Pretty cool.