Or, in my case, it was a Jingle Trail walk. Boy was the weather nasty. Windy and rainy!
Starting at Camp Casey
By some bunkers
By the Admiralty Lighthouse
By the old switchboard...yikes! I cannot believe I would have ever gone inside there and got the bejeezus scared out of me. ON PURPOSE! Why? Why?
This hill. I was walking with my dad and he explained to me, that, when younger, this very hill, he and David's uncle Steve and company, would move a picnic table over here, then people would set up and eat, they would then pretend to hurt themselves on the hill, send the people for help and help themselves to their picnic. Can you even believe that? Hoodlums I tell ya!
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