After a good night's rest at the Faulkton city park, we head over to the laundry mat to do some cleaning. Sitting there waiting for my clothes to dry, I'm struck by the stark contrast between how welcoming the parks are toward camping in these small towns, and how utterly opposed large cities can be to it. I suppose when you've got a population of less than a thousand, vagrancy isn't a big issue. As Zack the groundskeeper puts it, 'With 728 people, we're not trying to drive folks away.'
I've had to take a video of his riding lawn mower. This thing's a beast. I don't think I've ever seen one that can tear it up quite as fast as this.
Since Bud's been putting forth such a good effort, I've decided to take another day here purely for fun. All work and no play makes Buddy a dull fellow. So, we're going to take full advantage of the nice park, and hopefully, Bud can reconnect with his inner puppy.
He does really move along on that thing! Have a great rest. Blessings and love to you! XXXXOOO
ReplyDeleteYou're right. Small towns are welcoming... Sometimes oddly so. It's hard to pass unnoticed if you aren't a local. You'll find that friendliness abounds in this neck of the woods (or, prairie- as it were) and generosity is not forgotten. Blessings to you and Buddy.
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