Monday, August 29, 2011

"Open Letter to Millersylvania State Park"

Dear Millersylvania State Park,
     I would like to write and thank you, for the wonderful time my family and I had in your amazing pine forest, there at Deep Lake.


     Firstly, kudos on the naming of the lake. I see what you did there. Naming it 'Deep Lake' when it obviously isn't, is quite ingenious. I guess it's like that whole 'Greenland' 'Iceland' thing. Of course, calling it, 'Relatively Shallow Lake with a Grass Bottom that will Devour Every Fishing Lure You Own' would be a little off-putting and hard to fit on letterhead.


     The lake is beautiful though and the water couldn't have been cleaner or warmer. It couldn't have been cleaner, because if it were, you'd have to eradicate the numerous floating hillbillies in inflatable watercraft and the urine content they provide. (along with subsequent warmth.) Parenthetically, I'm unaware if the lady in the roped-off swim section, covered from head to toe with bandannas, carrying an underwater metal detector, is a state official or employee, but her presence was comforting; knowing that any errant house keys or bottle caps lost in the fray, were only a lost and found department away.


     Your staff was warm and friendly and an amazing source of park information; especially 'Oly' of the maintenance crew, who regaled us with myriad 'poo smearing' incidents, while we otherwise enjoyed our morning swim. 


     The surrounding town may not be the largest of metropolitan areas, but the ubiquitous 'Fred Meyer' whisks one away into a Manhattanesque, Macy's-like experience of shopping, not unlike a typical 'Paris' or 'Monaco'. On our particular trip, we were able to procure: eggs, crackers, chips and salsa, fishing licenses, candy bars, Halloween decorations and scented candles.


     The noticeable lack of 'abundant rainbow trout' is made up for by the mind boggling amount of insect fauna, thriving in the campground. Any park can have its' mosquito infestation be the main attraction, but the addition of the tree-falling spiders that descend upon unwitting campers, was a nice touch. Also, the maze-like network of randomly placed single-track trails to the hidden bathrooms, is a bit dark in the pitch black of night; but does provide a unique way of making new 'friends' while trying to find your way back to the campsite.


     All in all it was an unforgettable trip and we will definitely return, as our love for dirt laden food knows no bounds.




Sincerely,
     The Brambles


     

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dear Mr. Bramble,

I am but a humble cat in a top hat and bow-tie and undeserving of your attention, but please let me just say this: you are my hero. Mr. Pickles is a fan of writing letters to establishments to complain about service or lack thereof but mine all pale in comparison.

Devotedly yours,

Mr. Pickles

FuggenGenius said...

Thanks Mr. P, you are too kind.