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After leaving Stoneville, I decided to explore the park, it was virtually enroute. Easily accessible off old highway 220, a paved road winded it's way through a dense forest to a cleared parking area nestled in next to a large pond surrounded by trees. Scattered around the pond were individual picnic tables in the trees, and there are shelters built to accommodate large groups. All of this is at the trailhead of a 3+ mile hiking trail that goes through the Mayo Mountain woods . Not that I am a big hiker, I once was, but the wanderlust has left my weary bones long ago.
This trail looked do-able for me, but I was not dressed for hiking, so I just wandered around the pond for about an hour. It was sunny, but not hot. A cooling breeze drifted across the small lake and rustled the leaves in the trees overhead. In the midst of this God-awful pandemic, it was an oasis in the center of the storm. Peace and tranquility prevailed. Just sitting at a picnic table in the shade eased my anxieties and brought a sweet peace over my soul.
Amy called from California as I was driving into the park and I had a very pleasant chat as I wandered through the trees and caught up with all that is happening with her boys. Life is truly short and we must learn to find joy everywhere we can find it. I found it in a park I didn't know existed, in a conversation with my sweet daughter on a call I was not expecting, and on a picnic table bench escaping from the realities of this life.
I'm taking my hiking boots next time, I read online that there is a waterfall on the northern trail of the park.
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