Well…. Not quite.

     But I did have a teensy bit of fun.

     Earlier today I was getting a bit bored, so I borrowed my mom’s mp3 player (at the moment mine’s broken) and set out into the streets of Newton Falls. Now, this wouldn’t have even happened if I lived at my old house, which is right in the center of town, but about fourteen months ago we moved… only about four blocks down the road, believe it or not, but it got us back a ways into an actual neighborhood – Newton Falls doesn’t need a big distance to get from the center of the town to somewhere out of it – and there are a lot of little roads back here.

     So when I went out, I turned left first (my house is on a corner) and walked down two blocks to the street one of my friends lives on and then turned right. I walked that way for about three blocks, intending on seeing exactly how far that road went – but then I came to a smaller road that turned off the street I was on. So I turned there and started walking that way – South, I think. The whole way along that street I saw about two cars – and I was taking my time, too. I walked for a few blocks, and then I came to another road on the left, one with no name that looked about a lane wide and had a sign that said “NO OUTLET” on it.

     I decided to take it, and it didn’t go very far, just a hundred yards or so. The road was alongside the woods, and when I came to the end it met a dirt path that led into them. I wanted to go in, but there were lake-sized puddles everywhere. That path would have been completely impossible without a canoe, but then I saw another on the right that looked a little better. This one was about twenty feet back the way I came from the end of the road, and it was perpendicular to the road. There were more puddles, but I tested around, trying to see if there was any packed dirt I could step on to jump over really quickly. But it was all mud…. I wouldn’t have cared so much about the water, but the mud was soft and deep and step on it with any amount of pressure and you go down like the Titanic.

     So I couldn’t go down that path that led to mystery – who knew there was mystery in Newton Falls? – but I’m definitely going back, either when the water dries up or when I get some knee-high rubber boots. (And yes, that last part was a joke.) On the way back, still on the little road, I found a little patch of flowers that I hadn’t seen on the way. I was surprised anything had actually grown – even though it’s mid-April, it’s been fifty at most and the only leaves on trees are the ones on Evergreens – and I picked a few. Some of them are Narcissus flowers, but I can’t figure out the other kind. They’re kind of similar, but the mystery one has a bunch of kind of crumpled petals in the middle instead of a cup. I’ll post pictures tomorrow, and maybe someone can tell me what kind they are.

     So that was the first of my adventures to Mystery Road – that’s my name for it, plain but well-said – but definitely not the last. I am most definitely going back, and I’m looking forward to it. This is the first semi-cool thing I’ve ever experienced in Newton Falls.