Went to Whitewater State Park yesterday, for a combined picnic and hike. A bunch of people I had met once or twice before, basically a bunch of young Asian IBMers of Rochester, invited me along at the last minute, so I didn’t even have to bring any food. Next time... I ate way too much, I napped, and then I climbed to Inspiration Point. I think I’ve been there once before, over twelve years ago... And on my return it seemed... a little smaller. The hike was easy except for the stairs. Yes, stairs.
Heh. Whatever. Like it’s really any smaller, like I’m that high and mighty a city boy come back to the little town. No, it’s nothing like that. I’ve just moved around a bit and my current location is here.
I found a nice drive home that’s a bit out of the way but has few lights... Good for zipping along. Although today there was a cop driving along the other way and I kinda slowed down quickly, to get down to the speed limit. But I’m pretty sure he clocked me at speed, and didn’t seem to care that much.
