Down near my town’s sorry excuse for a rec center, we have a paved walking/biking path. It’s approximately .6 miles long. It’s nothing impressive, but it’s great for folks with young kids who need a nice place to walk. And a lot of us with dogs use it. There’s a field along side part of the path. And, as I said, it leads to the rec center where there are soccer fields, ball fields, a skating rink in the winter, and a swimming hole. On really hot days, I walk Colyn down there and let him swim. It’s better than just driving to the river, but it’s not such a long walk that it kills either of us.
I’m pretty sure that this walking trail would be a Buddhist’s Hell. Aren’t Buddhists the ones who walk around with a broom sweeping the path so they don’t accidentally step on and kill anything? I don’t know what it is about this walking trail, but it is perpetually covered in snails. Covered. Little, itty bitty snails. Hundreds of them. With each step I crunch at least 6-8. And they make the most horrible crunching noise. I feel so bad. I’ve tried avoiding them, but you can’t take a step without crunching at least one. And they’re there all the time. In the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening. Week after week after week. I would love to know why there are so many in that particular place. I just wish I didn’t crunch so many every time I went down there.
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