What's that smell?

Yesterday we decided to end our wonderful weekend with a walk to the park to let the kids play. Chris and I just love pushing the stroller and getting to talk about whatever is on our minds (mostly, uninterrupted). The park we went to is one of our favorites: Hannah loves the playground, plenty of room to run, it is never crowded and we feel perfectly safe there.

As we were playing, a couple in their forties wandered over, beer in hands, from a nearby house that was clearly hosting a party. I remember thinking how odd it was that these two had left their party. Perhaps they needed a private place to talk. It was clear that they needed privacy when they continued walking off the path and into the nearby woods.

I made a remark about the couple to Chris and then we didn't think much of them again, until a noticeably unique and potent smell came wafting from the woods. Within minutes the couple returned to the public, happy and ready to get back to their party. We could smell their "good time in the woods" the entire 150 yards it took them to get through the park back to the party.

Chris and I just had to laugh and we were at least thankful they had the decency to light up privately in public. Good to know pot smoking is alive and well in Grapevine.