Day Seventy:: Sundays are Meant for Springtime Walks in the Park

There are a few parks in my hometown and they aren't bad parks.  However, I think that I use these parks only a few times a year.  You find me at Draper Park on Draper Days, wandering around, feeling like I am stuck in high school when I only want to relive my childhood and ride the inflatable slide.

You can find me at Draper Historic Park crashing a wedding, because it's just too tempting (if you are familiar with the park, then you probably also understand, its like ten yards form the road that I drive daily and sometimes you get bored in Draper, so logically crashing a wedding is the best form of entertainment.

You can find me at Steep Mountain Park at night, because the view from there is great, we are talking the entire Salt Lake Valley (including the state prison) lit up.

London has taught me that I am doing parks wrong.  Apparently parks were not created so bored, high school students that take a full load of AP classes could do something they deem as "crazy" (crashing weddings is that crazy thing, a bit lame I was/am), they were created to walk around and have picnics and throw a frisbee and sit on the grass.  OH and smell the flowers and feel the sense of community! So magical.

These realizations came to me as I again took another walk in Hyde Park.  It was magical, and I might have taken two separate walks though the parks (again).  My favorite member of my second favorite band might have tweeted a picture of him in Hyde Park.  I might have gone out to find him.  I may have failed.

I witnessed a indie/tumblr photo shoot in the park
it was truly an experience, and I laughed

HAPPY SPRING (again),
Kelsie