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A Gem

Last week my guy and I went to Snooky Park in Lady Lake to walk. We love this little gem of a park in the old town area, as it's quiet and very serene.

The walking trail around the park's four acres is about a half a mile in length. We usually see seniors, young moms with strollers and joggers at the park, so it's popular but not too crowded.

There are squirrels everywhere, and their antics are cute.

As veterans my guy and I also feel a special connection here. Snooky Park is dedicated to Atticus "Snooky" Blanton, a young man who grew up in Lady Lake and left to join the Navy. He was overjoyed to be assigned to the Arizona, and wrote home about how excited he was to be sailing to Hawaii. Sadly he was on the ship on December 7th in Pearl Harbor, and was killed at just 21 years old.

If you're looking for a nice place to take a little walk, have lunch or watch the squirrels, I recommend visiting this lovely place.

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