A Trip to Rock Creek Park and the Pursuant existential Angst

Amazingly, the brickfamily had lived in Washington DC (and I do mean in for any of you "NoVa and Md. ARE NOT WASHINGTON chuckleheads) for seven entire months before visiting Rock Creek Park, which is only, like, the biggest urban park in the universe.
I may be wrong about that last claim seeing as I did absolutely no research on the matter whatsoever. But we finally did make the long, 6-minute drive to the park. It's pretty sweet. Like a little forest in the middle of the most powerful city in the universe. (Again, no research). We had a little picnic, went for a walk, and then drove home.

Good Things That We Saw

• Three deer just chilling about 30 yards in front of us on the trail
• Lots and lots of picnic areas accessible by both foot and car
• An open, expansive respite from the hustle and bustle of everyday Washington

Bad Things That We Saw

• A plethora of beer bottles (most Heineken, if that means anything) apparently tossed a few feet from the trail
• Several trees near the trailhead that were totally covered with carved graffiti
• A pair of *panties* lying by the side of the trail, if you can believe that

If you are the type of person that would toss empty beer bottles into the woods or leave a pair of dirty panties by the side of a trail in a National Park, please let me know. I would like to end any and all association with you forthwith. If you are someone that I have never talked to, no I will not be your friend until you stop doing that crap. Idiots.