The parking lot for the Alachua Sink looked unimpressive; cars parked on the dirt under the live oaks. Next to a bulletin board full of announcements and brochures, a sign stuck into the dirt pointed, warning that the observation deck was a half-mile away. The path meandered off into the woods, with few signs of human habitation. Soon I crossed the Hawthorne Trail, a popular bike path that replaced an unused railroad line; its pavement new and bright, a stark contrast to the sandy dirt path that crosses it.
Today's exercise in the 15 Days Challenge that Jeff Goins is running requires me to post something ugly. Well, here's ugly for you. Although this appeared on one of my other blogs, it got no comments, so I'm reblogging it for honest critique.
