The Island is the old name of this park, dating back to when it almost was one, before the bridge and the connecting path were built, safe place to let your dog run. I had a dog who accidentally ran right off the end of it, and into the water, to his amazement, and promptly learned to swim. But Toby never willingly got wet again in his long life, didn't trust that water stuff. Nowadays it's gone posh and has an official name of Water's Edge Park.
Today was a great day for firsts: out without a jacket, sightings of barn swallows, tree swallows, redwing blackbirds, catbirds, turtles out sunning themselves on fallen trees over the water, lovely big Malamute out for a walk with his owner, water reflections, wooden arbor bench, revisiting the Monet style bridge and the waterlily beds. Anyway, just look and enjoy.
