Barb and I went to Turkey Run State Park Sunday. It looked like the sun was going to come out early on but it didn't and we got caught in a thunderstorm before we got back. We were the second people there and the ones ahead scared this turkey vulture away before I could get close... at least I had a chance to get the tele on.
  Here's a view from the suspension bridge across Sugar Creek. We were waiting to see where those ahead went before deciding and naturally they were going where we were so we changed plans and walked up the opposite side of the creek.
Not too far from the suspension bridge you can see Goose Rock. I don't know how it got it's name. When I first set this shot up I thought "Dang it! Some jerk thru a blue plastic bag in the creek!" (self-edited for front page) but then it moved.  Here's that small section blown up!  Blue but not a plastic bag. It flew off before we could get closer... our theme for the day.
  After Goose Rock, you'd think we'd see some geese and we did! The one is not walking on water... the water is only a few inches deep there.  We passed a small waterfall.  We seen an old uprooted tree that was a harbinger of what was to come later on that night for us and others in the Midwest.
  We finally made it to the Narrows Covered Bridge. It's located at the East boundary of the park next to a road and bridge that replaced it. Here's another View, that's the old historic Lusk Home on the hill behind it.  Here's a view of the trusses inside and a view of the windows used to let light in I liked the red glow reflected off the side of the bridge.
  We walked to the other side and heard a loud growling noise coming from under the new concrete bridge, naturally had to check it out, it was coming from a hole in the rocks under the grafitti painted on the bridge. We tried to trick it into coming out by both of us getting down then Barb leaving while I stayed but as I was watching the mystery was solved when another pigeon flew in the hole.  Even after knowing it was a pigeon it still sounded like loud growling... must have been the acoustics of the funnel shaped hole. It started to lightning and thunder then and we headed back after putting on the ponchos. All in all, a great day!

Here are some signs we seen in the park.
 No swimming I guess if you drown you still get prosecuted.
 Extreme Danger This is on top of Goose Rock.
 Goose Rock This is beside Goose Rock (Barb took it). She also took the thumbnail of me.  Remember the camera adds 10 (maybe 20) pounds.

 This is another sign we seen back in town... it should say Book Store. You have to admire the guy that went to all the trouble to climb on the roof of the building to paint that. Cuz it was hard work! Just kidding!  This is my usual long-winded production but at least it's not Texas Roadohouse... I do go other places!  If ya stuck this long, Thanks!