Unfortunately the sculpture garden was closed, but the park was still open, and it was a fabulous day, so we walked around and laid a blanket out and read and stuff.
Spanish moss grows on all these amazing old trees.
|I already lost these sunglasses :(|
I was innocently enjoying the beautiful scenery when suddenly, somebody started urgently knocking at my back door. Thank GAWD for the stone bench and it's poop-stopping characteristics. If not for that bench I might have had to go and sit on one of those tree roots:
Fortunately they had a few disgusting port-a-potty's, by the name of "Pot-O-Gold". Indeed. Crisis averted.