I looked down, and saw two nearly perfect round muddy wet spots strategically (and noticeably) staining my light-colored shirt. If one had to guess, it would appear I was lactating chocolate milk.
As far as I was concerned, it was time to go home.
The officials at Turkey Run had anticipated the needs of grandmas and grandpas visiting the park. A small sign was hammered to a tree near the bridge. "SHUTTLE SERVICE" with an arrow pointing in the right direction.
We can hardly wait till next year.
Theresa Timmons’ column appears every first and third Sunday. She is an Elwood resident and can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.