I went to Cove Springs again, and this time I went to the main entrance. I'd missed out on quite a few staples of Cove Springs last time when I'd blindly wandered the trails. It was cool to see all the waterfalls this time. 

What grabbed my attention though, was the rocks. I went off trail for a bit and walked in the dry creek bed. The rocks had such a cool texture!  I know water is powerful but, to see what it can do as evidenced by the worn-down algae-covered rocks is crazy. If the water had been flowing I never would have been able to see it. Somehow that makes it seem more special. The rocks are always there but you don't always get to see them.

I also found some cool balanced rocks and if you look below you'll see where I made my favorite model pose near them. Finding the balanced rocks was kinda odd. I was walking up a grassy trail and as I reached the top I just started to see these rocks stacked up. It was a neat lil surprise.

Never know what you're gonna see when ya start exploring. Wonder where I should go next.

I once again took to the trees with my lil dog. Today's adventure: Cove Springs. Somehow through the sheer power of being myself, I managed to park in a side parking lot near the archery section rather than the main lot. So I missed quite a few of the more scenic-touristy parts of Cove Springs but that had its perks because I didn't run into many people. 

I did take a photo of the map but mostly relied on just following my dog, Piper, wherever she wanted to go. We were promptly lost. (Apparently, she didn't read the map either). What struck me as we wandered blindly through the park was just how big the Osage trail was. We'd be on Osage trail and then Piper would see a rabbit and we'd dart off on a side path and then somehow we'd connect back to the Osage trail once again.

My favorite part was when Piper led us into the 3d archery range. I'd never actually seen the animal targets in person. It was kinda neat to just be walking and then boom, a plastic bear. I'm glad there weren't any archers around to hear my impromptu song about being lost on the Osage Trail.

A little while back I played a game called, Brocken Picture Phone. It's kinda like Pictionary meets the Telephone Game. One person will come up with a phrase and then someone else will draw it and then someone tries to guess the phrase, and the process keeps going until you run out of players. The results can be pretty spectacular. There was one round in particular that captured my imagination. The phrase I ended up with was "Having lost its cupcake, the werewolf howled forlornly at the moon." It was just so randomly specific and painted such a vivid image in my head. Once the game was over I still couldn't get the image out of my head so I decided I'd draw it in its full glory.