Last week… while walking with my boys, I took this picture. This was one of the worst snows Roswell has had in 10 years, and this was day three after it started melting.
Every time we go for a walk, we discover something new about our little town. Last night, I took the boys over to a park across the road from the golf course and found a new favorite park. We have a favorite one in Jackson, TN, known as North Park. This one, I’m not sure of the name, is on the old airport here in Roswell. The tower is still in place and there is a lot of open space. Let me emphasize, a lot of open space.
I will have to get some pictures, but walking through the park is really breath taking with Mt. Capitan to the west of us. In all the places I’ve lived as a pastor, this is the first where we can see mountains in the distance.
I tried to make it all the way around the walking path, but had the boys in tow in the wagon. I could have done it. But we came across a really cook play park and the boys had to climb all over it.
While there, I met another transplant to the Roswell area. Abraham and Deloris G. moved to Roswell from California to escape the high prices. They have been here for four years and love how friendly the people are. He also enjoys the fact that his small business, in home repair, has been sustained simply by word of mouth. Once he got his first job, he has been busy ever since. While he doesn’t make as much money as he did in California, he doesn’t have the bills either, nor the traffic,nor the smog.
Those are the things that I always enjoy about living in small towns. In a small town, a traffic delay means taking 5 more minutes to get to where you are going. In Dallas, that could mean an hour. In Atlanta, 2 hours or more (for some reason, in the south they have a tendency to completely shut down the freeway for a traffic accident.)
Off to take in more of the scenery.