They had lots of boardwalks and trails raised wif wood chips wot woz rilly soft unner my paws and keeped them dry and clean.
Eggsept for when we gotted to this boardwalk wot had sunked in the swamp waters. Oops.
Well, mom just had to walk thru it and get her feets wet coz even tho she has waterproof hiking shoes, the water woz deeper than her shoes! But it woz werth it coz the seenik views wos grate. Mom sayed when you has wool sawks on, hasing wet feet in the cold is not so bad.
There woz several times where the trail commed out at the bay waters.
And we wented thru pine forests too.
And marshes and swamps.
OMD wot is this? It is NOT mine coz I only poo in my own yard.
It makes us want to put the bitey on peeples when they not be cleaning up doody from their dogs coz then the park peeples say NO DOGS ALLOWED and we is not wanting that to happen. This poop woz rite by the park office where the park pawlice could easily find it. So mom picked up the udder dog's poo and putted it in the garbage can wot woz only 20 steps away, rite by the dog doody bag dispenser. Lazy, lazy peeples should be ashamed of theyselves!
Back at the park office we seened this rilly nifty thing:
The sign above it sayed:
In 1772 an acorn sprouted that grew into an Indian Oak. It died in 1996 at the age of 224 years.Wow. That be an old tree. Older than mom even.