On President's Day, I was having lunch at St. Ellen Park, wandering around, taking a few photos. It was cold-ish, breezy, not a very pleasant day. Anyway, as I was walking back to my car, a car pulled in beside me with a trio of kids. I'd guess high-school age, at least one of them old enough to drive. Two young men and a young lady. As I was leaving, they were wandering off to one of the little hidden coves. A cold, muddy little spot, where I had just come from.
I know it's none of my business, but the father in me kept wondering what they were up to.