Sidewalk chalk
The last two site we pulled in to (Oregon State Parks) were covered in chalk drawings, art, graffiti?? It was all over the parking pad and out into the street that services the loop. Am I just a g...
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I remember a great movie about a man with a dream, "The Last American Indian", in the middle of the movie the police and paramedics are called to aid a man(the dreamer) and find that his distress occurred during a delicate moment. He was the neighborhood curmudgeon and his lady friend was a well respected friendly neighbor. When a busybody made some comment to the lady friend about why him, her reply was "Grumpy old men need love too".
Now on to sidewalk chalk. We frequently camp during the winter a an almost local beach campground. It is a fairly large campground and very near a military installation, as with most of those, there are a lot of young families and this is a close, inexpensive and fun place for those who protect us to get away and relax and play with their kids. We often found flat beach stones with all sorts of decorations on them, mostly pactra paint. Funny thing about those decorated stones, they were gone on our next visit.
The waves were still there relentlessly forming and crashing onto the beach, those pesky gulls were still screaming into the winds and scattering unattended trash bag contents all over and the sky was still a ever changing but beautiful blue.
Life goes on there, no huge piles of painted rocks or permanently colored roads but we have seen three and four generation of families there camping together and "oohing and ahhing" over those decorated rocks and roads that will next week be clean canvases for another generation of campers.
The OP asked how others felt and this is my sappy but happy opinion. And I have learned over the last fleeting years that our kids turned out pretty good and our grandkids are not perfect but they are above all else, loving, caring people. How can you get mad at that.
Now on to sidewalk chalk. We frequently camp during the winter a an almost local beach campground. It is a fairly large campground and very near a military installation, as with most of those, there are a lot of young families and this is a close, inexpensive and fun place for those who protect us to get away and relax and play with their kids. We often found flat beach stones with all sorts of decorations on them, mostly pactra paint. Funny thing about those decorated stones, they were gone on our next visit.
The waves were still there relentlessly forming and crashing onto the beach, those pesky gulls were still screaming into the winds and scattering unattended trash bag contents all over and the sky was still a ever changing but beautiful blue.
Life goes on there, no huge piles of painted rocks or permanently colored roads but we have seen three and four generation of families there camping together and "oohing and ahhing" over those decorated rocks and roads that will next week be clean canvases for another generation of campers.
The OP asked how others felt and this is my sappy but happy opinion. And I have learned over the last fleeting years that our kids turned out pretty good and our grandkids are not perfect but they are above all else, loving, caring people. How can you get mad at that.
