First, a sincere “thank you” to all who are serving or who have served; it is Memorial Day, of course. Though I’m not sure if the annual service in East City Park actually happened this year or not…you’d think a newspaper would mention that upcoming, wouldn’t you?

Well, it is Moscow, so what’s to be expected? 

So Rob and I drove out to this completely random park called Rotary Park today out by (“by” is a relative term, we drove around for like 15 minutes to find the freaking place) the Plant Science Farm on the highway leading to Troy. It has a swing set, a volleyball court, and a trail that, in its process of looping back to the same freaking place it starts from, leads one through the 9 levels of hell for trees. This is what we gathered the punishments for each level were (note: all punishments, save level 7, occur in tidy little piles):

Level 1: dead and burnt trees
Level 2: dead and burnt trees
Level 3: dead and burnt trees and some rocks
Level 4: dead and burnt trees and some more rocks
Level 5: dead and burnt trees
Level 6: dead and burnt trees
Level 7: pretty flowers
Level 8: dead and burnt trees
Level 9: dead and burnt trees

Oh, and when I die, I want the inscription “She Sucked It Up and Died” on my tombstone.

Long story.