SKETCHY! Why, oh why, didn't I read the reviews before bring dropped off here in the evening, all by myself, with my two unruly, poorly behaved when on leash Jack Russell terriers?

I could see the park had good bones. Once upon a time, it was lovely place for families, kids, and pets alike to play on the toys and bask in the sunshine. However, those bones have since been broken, strewn about the grass for the buzzards to eat, and are covered with maggots and flies.

The entire place has long been taken over by the homeless, the mentally ill, and the ever-lingering smell of human urine.

The park seems to be surrounded by two or three creeks that essentially turn it into an island. That means there is only one way in and one way out.

The access point is a rickety wooden bridge covered with spiderwebs. The narrow bridge makes for a fun entry, but it also makes for a terrifying exit if you needed to escape quickly.

The famous last words by my husband as he dropped me off to go run errands: "There's nothing to be worried about. This is a quaint little town. You know, like Little House on the Prairie."

My, oh my, times have changed.

P.S. Why is there an expensive motorized wheelchair sitting abandoned in the corner of the parking lot? Should we be making missing person posters?