On Sunday, I visited Weston Bend State Park. I had visions of a lovely family day but tempers flared a bit and I visited the park solo.
I ended up taking quite a hike around the park in search of the elusive river overlook. My impatience earned me quite a bit of (much-needed) exercise. There is a parking lot right beside the overlook. Why do that when you can hike 3 miles to see it?
I started out on the paved trail thinking it went right to the overlook… It didn’t but I still enjoyed the fall beauty along my wrong path. Eventually, the path connected with another trail leading to the river overlook.
This trail wasn’t paved and included a few steeper grades and obstacles like stepping over the fallen tree. I finally arrived at the overlook. And the full parking lot. Hiking was the right thing after all.
I opted to backtrack. I’d not planned on the longer walk. Wearing pants with no pockets so carrying my phone & keys, taking photos mostly one-handed. Also, no water until I arrived at the car.
I almost took another side trail to visit the old tobacco barn. However, I opted to drive to it instead. I snapped a few more pictures of a lovely fall day and then, started home toward the family that missed out on all the beauty of the park. And the family I missed.