Take a girl out of the city, plop her down in an authentically rural area and watch culture shock take over. These past couple of days on the Eastern Shore of MD have alternated between hilarious and enlightening. Here by me onsie with no tour guide (eg, daughter who is sharing bed but working alot); there is no filter. A good thing.
For instance, yesterday Sassafras State Park was not to be found even though I peeked under each cornfield along the way. Maybe tomorrow? And this is funny (in retrospect): thought I was crop dusted - or rather my sweet red mini cooper was while I was contained within.
Daughter patiently explained that: A) crop dusting is illegal and B) they wouldn't do it this time of year, anyway. Also: C) crop dusting planes are now used for joy sky-riding by the younger generations.
Edit: Crop dusting is not illegal, but you do need a permit and farmers may crop dust this time of year to knock down a crop that is finished so that can put in a crop that will wwill be good for the winter. Learning more each day!
Tuckahoe State Park was somewhat easier to locate today. There was a fantastic walk, a sitting with the sketchpad, a bit of gathering of wool, elderberry, and the usual suspects from this neck of the woods.
Sorry there aren't more pictures. They are stuck in my smart(ass) phone; which, btw, could not find Sassafras yesterday.