Somewhere en route from one side of Utah, to the other, was a small park...this park.
It was just a small drive up, loop through kind of park.
It had a name, but for whatever reason, I forgot to write it in my travel journal.
I tried to locate it on the map later, but it had been so small, I could not find it mentioned...
It had a few very interesting formations, and some lovely views.
It is still out there, and maybe one day, I shall see it again and remember to write it down.
Until then, I can at least share it with you~
I bet this guy and his cat know the name of that little park.
It had begun to rain and we stopped in a small market to grab some water.
This happy young man had his cat on a leash and was standing along side the building.
I told him hello and his smile was great.
I asked about his cat, and he said he traveled everywhere with it and he called himself the "cat whisperer..."
There was another lovely old tree just like this one in the little park, but sadly some youth had thrown dozens of pairs of shoes up into it.
We saw that done twice on this journey...
I guess it is a rank beneath graffiti~
