Grand Island Park was an unexpected find. I mean that literally. The park is in the middle of the island between a hoity toity gated community and the dessert. It’s like you’re not supposed to know it’s there . . . oh, wait . . . ah . . . now I see.
Anyway, apparently it’s the place to go if you’re a Disc Golf which I didn’t know was a thing until Flirt and I found the park.
At first, the park looked unused. But after a few weeks of walking through the park, I noticed more and more dog turds left in the park so it looks like the rabble has discovered Grand Island.
Let the Walking Begin . . .
We pass Stubby’s grave . . .
And walk over the giant “20” old airport marking . . .
About this time Flirt comes off leash . . .
Then the Yellow (black) Brick (asphalt) Road (sidewalk) of Grand Island Park begins . . .
At the north end of the park, time for a roll on the burnt grass . . .
Next stop . . .
Finally, we round the south end of the park near the fragrant Acacia tree . . .