Are you kidding me?

So on the way back from Louisiana, my family stopped at a rest stop in west Florida, a rest stop inundated with these large signs every few yards.

Where to start?  Yes, “Stretch Your Legs Trail” is quite possibly the worst name for any trail in the history of the world.  Not only that, but the title is in quotations.  Quotations!  Does that mean it’s not really “Stretch Your Legs Trail” or that somebody said the name out-loud once and the sign makers are just quoting that person?  Is there a footnote somewhere that got left out?  Ridiculous.

But it gets better.

The trail is 0.267 miles.  That’s less than 500 yards.  What is America coming to that a 500 yard walk can be called “a trail.”

And is it a really even a trail?  Well, if you consider a slightly windy sidewalk circling two enormous bathrooms a trail, then I suppose it qualifies.  But what’s next?  Calling a supermarket cart a “workout machine,” or a the process of putting on gloves, “hand excersizes?”

Then again, and this is strange, we walked it.  My parents, my brother and I walked the 0.267 miles.  And we talked.  And we enjoyed the sun.  And we wouldn’t have if there hadn’t been dozens of those ridiculous signs.  And lots of others were walking too.  And we greeted them.  And it felt good to get back in the car after a leg stretch.