When my family moved to town in the 70’s, my sisters, brother, and I frequented this park, which was several blocks from our house. As far as I remember, it was always in a state of disrepair–bathrooms broken, grass always too high, weedy, broken playground equipment. We loved it. Everything is so safe nowadays.
Poem Cache Clue:
I traveled a bridge that went nowhere
and that crossed over grass, not water.
I traveled for the sake of the journey,
starting south and staying there
Cache is in a brown-painted yogurt container.
Location of Gorda Park: From Main Street, take Delaware St. south to Park, then west to Gorda Park.