Creek-side

Yesterday I and two of my friends ventured out into the hollow across the street from my house, where there is a long creek that curves and winds through several towns, into a river I believe.  Without any formal decision, we followed the creek downstream for what could have been several miles, going through tunnels under bridges if there were rocks to step on, otherwise going over the street above and back down.  The whole thing really felt like an adventure, even one with slight danger.

Eventually we met up with another friend, and the four of us continued until we came to a small park in a town I didn’t recognize.  The thing had a playground merry-go-round, which was awesome, and a yard with three friendly and adorable Labradors.  At least I think they were Labradors.  I don’t know dogs very well.  But they were adorable.  After some general hanging-out, we left for our mutual friend Spiro’s house, parting ways with one friend, then stopping along the way to, uh, hang out some more…yeah, hang out more.  We spent a fairly crazy and very fun night at Spiro’s, during which the friend we had met up with left.  Afterward, the remaining two of us simply walked to our respective houses.

Well, that didn’t quite sound so exciting and fun summarized as such.  But it was fun when it was happening.