This morning, I decided I'd walk off my turkey dinner before I ate it (shut up! The logic TOTALLY works!), so I went to a local state park, where some of the trails abut a golf course.
Sand trap. Yawnnnnn.
But wait! What's that? Is that ... writing in the sand?
Yep.
Ponyboy, Sodapop and Tinks were here.
Man, I just cannot resist an end-of-season sand trap.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.
2 comments:
If only they had pooped in it, then you could draw a circle around the cat poop. Yay!
Man, I shoulda brought some poop from home.
Next time.
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