I figure if it's a convenient walk from where I park, it's part of my yard. This community park is less than a mile and a nice reward for getting exercise. After all, I could have driven 2 miles in the other direction to Panera Bread and indulged my Facebook addiction.
When my daughter visited last week she said she couldn't live in such a small space as my motorhome. I told her I don't. I don't live in that small space: mostly I live out here, in the infinite and ever-changing yard.
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