Much to my surprise, I spent just two days at Bald Eagle State Park, a beautiful 5,900 acre spot in north central Pennsylvania. When I arrived early on Sunday, it was packed to the max; but by 2pm it was peaceful, and I enjoyed biking and trail walking and reading by the lake. I thought, I can survive a weekend crowd for 48 hours to have 12 days of this!
Fast forward to Monday night and just a few spots down the road, one guy was "prepping to fish" until midnight and then again at 4am. Across the way, a 3-tent group partied until 2am while their dog barked on and off for no less than 2 hours. Surprisingly, "quiet time" starts at 9pm here, but without enforcement why would anyone adhere to rules? By morning I was exhausted and got into it with a toxic person who made me feel unsafe and truly unhappy. So I packed, reported to the office, and was thankfully on my way to a friend's house one week early. Bad behavior wins, and I'm losing my sense of humor.
8/6/2021 04:26:34 am
Sorry to hear the bad blues, Judy! I know you will push through and share your light with the deserving but yes. The world is accelerating to a strange vibration that is conflict-ridden but like being a prisoner in jail, we have to wait out the daily abuses and focus on the light at the end of the tunnel vision. I've been painting and drawing heavily and doing much physical/mental check-ins with myself. Solitude without loneliness. And no I have never been to jail, no shade.
8/7/2021 04:49:23 pm
Lars: Thank you for the empathy and kind message. Truly appreciate both as I am transitioning from feeling beat up to putting my best foot forward! Next weekend, back in my tent on a pond in upstate NY, and hopefully surrounded by people who are thoughtful (?). BTW, jailing of your kind soul never entered my mind. Happy to hear you're surrounding yourself with what works for you. It's all we can do. Books and pedaling are my saving grace.
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