So Spaulding Highway is under serious construction, and after following some detours, we ended up finding Hilton Park, by accident, like it's a fucking zen koan. We learned about mistakes you can make with your car, and that the tides here are serious. There are no swimming signs everywhere, but you can fish, and boat, and play on the awesome playground, and disrupt the uncomfortable mating ritual of two older folks who are just trying to hang out on the swings, and aren't interested in hearing you yammer ceaseless at your friend as you yell defiantly "that's right, cry, rusty chains!" as the swing protests at bearing your non child weight. Anyway, luckily for them (and probably for poor Lizzie, too) the swings make me motion sick after four minutes, so we left the older folks to their mating rituals. Awww yeah.
So Spaulding Highway is under serious construction, and after following some detours, we ended up finding Hilton Park, by accident, like it's a fucking zen koan. We learned about mistakes you can make with your car, and that the tides here are serious. There are no swimming signs everywhere, but you can fish, and boat, and play on the awesome playground, and disrupt the uncomfortable mating ritual of two older folks who are just trying to hang out on the swings, and aren't interested in hearing you yammer ceaseless at your friend as you yell defiantly "that's right, cry, rusty chains!" as the swing protests at bearing your non child weight. Anyway, luckily for them (and probably for poor Lizzie, too) the swings make me motion sick after four minutes, so we left the older folks to their mating rituals. Awww yeah. 
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