They Cuyahoga Valley National Park is Ohio's only national park. It winds around the Cuyahoga River and includes more than a few acres of land that were at one time or another owned by my family. We've been here since the mid 1800's. The park bought plenty of my family's land via eminent domain, raising the ire of many Doublers and O'Briens back in the 1970s. Now I'm sort of glad. No Golden Arches or WalMarts will defile that land.
Yeah, yeah. Enough about that. This story is about goats, and then some.
one that keeps a herd of positively darling goats. I passed by the goats for the first time a couple of days ago. I was immediately enchanted. They were a smaller breed. There were so many, playing and hopping around. Alas, I did not have my camera and it was getting dark anyway.
The next day, my regular Goat and I decided to give the goats a proper visit, so we made the short drive to Peninsula. There is no where to park near them, so I drove until I spied a little gravel turn off--about a quarter of a mile down the road, maybe less.
We weren't with the goats two minutes before a pick-up stopped on the road behind us.
"Your car's blocking a horse trail," barked the guy in the cab.
"Okay, sorry," I said. "I'll get right out of there. I'm just taking a few pictures of the goats."
"Horses could be coming any minute," he hollered, then drove off. It was 3:30 on a Thursday afternoon.
Folks, I am the first one to admit that there are way too many cars and far too few horses. The cars sure as hell have plenty of roadways and parking areas and horses too few. To be sure, a car has no business blocking a horse trail.
But did that guy have to be such a hard-on?
No, we did not get a ticket. Yes, he turned off his lights and pulled away when he saw us waving and heading towards the car. But still, really?
The rustic horse trail comes out of the woods and only a tiny portion is graveled--the same portion that is adjacent to a gate in the goats' fenced pen. The gravel wasn't there for the horses or goats. Someone was allowed to park there, just not me. (Yes, there was a "Horse Crossing" sign. No, there wasn't a "No Parking" sign)
So it goes. Maybe I should be thankful they didn't threaten me with a Taser and handcuff me or send in the SWAT team.
Maybe I shouldn't.
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