After a month of staying away because of a fear of crowds, my dear wife Karen and I took the chance to take our self-care walk to the trails of Onondaga Lake Park.
We chose Easter Sunday, thinking the special day may have brought less folks to the big park a couple miles from our house.
And we parked outside the closed library, bypassing the big lot by the park’s also shut visitors center.
We walked the short blocks down the Marina, like I do so often during my work break strolls.
No boats. Some people. We wore our masks.
You’ll see some more of the park in coming days.