Lots of pictures. Brain dead regarding events except:
I did not catch that we were going to a state park. I thought we were going to the town of Patagonia. I had visions of walking around town streets and shops and leaving Hope in the van. I figured if I had to leave her in a strange van in Patagonia, she could just as easily stay in her own van back at the campground. Well, as it turned out, we went to Patagonia State Park and went on a hike. My poor, poor Hopey.
Patagonia Lake
The Walking Bridge
A view towards the lake from the top of the bridge:
Looking down the other side of the bridge:
A building in the town of Patagonia. Doesn't it look just like the motels you see in western movies (except for the sliding glass doors) where they have the gunfight and the someone is shooting off the balcony?
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