Yesterday, a friend of mine and I went walking in one of the most delightful neighborhoods that I have ever seen. Apparently the development, with each section built by a different company, sits on land that is 4,400 acres. Nearly 2,000 acres of that land is conservation area.
Each street is paralleled by a walking path which winds its way behind the houses. It is great because kids don't have to go on the streets to walk (or bike) to school. We just parked somewhere, and took the nearest path. Within a minute, it was as if you had entered a park hiking path, with trees and palmettos lining the path. In some places, it was really a wilderness.
We passed numerous ponds, and there was an occasional bench where we could refresh ourselves. Problem was, we didn't write down the name of the cross streets where we entered the trails. After walking for nearly two hours, we realized that we had no idea where the car was.
My friend had been to this area before, so she knew how to get to the clubhouse, and we got a map. Problem was, all the streets were named in a particular area was named for a particular bird. We had wandered into the "heron" area, so the streets were named heron this, heron that, etc.
We had noted the cross streets, but the names sounded all alike, and since we had not written it down, we couldn't even tell the joggers that we stopped where we were located, so that they could give us directions.
Anyhow, after about 2 1/2 hours of walking, we finally found the car.
I will be going again, but next time I am bringing a map, and my GPS!
You just need a really long ball of string....
