Tucked away behind a parking lot, which is tucked away behind a community park, which is tucked away behind a quaint, quiet neighborhood, a small footbridge leads us into a magical land. There, a native Mesic Hammock transforms us into warriors, into Narnians, into brave woodspeople, charged with navigating a labyrinth of secret trails.
We climb root stairways and inspect fairy houses. We cross creeks by log bridge and seek treasure along the way.
If we conquer the labyrinth, we are rewarded with brilliantly picturesque stages on which to play, accompanied by choirs of insects, birds, and the most fantastic imaginary creatures.