Historic Neighborhood - Rachel Maria's Randoms

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A few days ago, I went for a wog in a beautiful historic neighborhood in Camden County, New Jersey. (Wogging is jogging with intervals of walking breaks.)  There was a time in my life that I used to run like a gazelle.  Once, a college professor of mine spotted me running on campus and later told me that I ran with such grace and speed it reminded him of a gazelle.

Those days are officially over.

Nowadays, if you see me exercising outdoors, chances are I am on a wog. And, I probably look like I am headed to the nearest bathroom facility.

Nevertheless, I make it a point to wog in locations that have beautiful scenery. That’s one of the perks to exercising outdoors, right?  In this particular historic neighborhood, I couldn’t help but to slow it down to snap some photos along the way.  I even passed a lemonade stand with two adorable blonde-haired boys.

I yelled from across the street, “If I make it back to my car alive, I will come back and buy some lemonade!”


Here are some photos of a historic neighborhood, taken during my wog.

Historic Neighborhood
I love this cape cod home with the charming red door.
I love the colors on this house, the long walkway leading to the front door, the lush green landscape, and the perfect outdoor accessory: A lamp post.
The world would be a better place if we all had sidewalks like this!
Wouldn’t it be great if there were brick sidewalks…EVERYWHERE??
I want to sit on a rocking chair on this porch and drink lemonade!
Nothing beats a porch swing (and lemonade, of course) on a wrap-around porch!
How would you like this stretch of water to separate your house from your neighbor’s?
Every yard needs a weeping willow tree.
Every yard needs a weeping willow tree.
Old-fashioned tree swing.
Old-fashioned tree swing.

This was a pleasant wog. I enjoyed the scenery and ended up going a further distance than I had anticipated. When I finally made it back to my car, I was very thirsty and very hot! I could barely untie my knotted shoelace to remove my car key to turn on the AC in my car…before I was about to pass out…

Desperate times call for drastic measures!

Ah!  That felt good.  Once I cooled off, I drove back to that adorable lemonade stand.  My afternoon wog ended with a delicious and cold lemonade, served by two adorable little boys, in a mini dixie cup.

I only wish I had a porch swing to have taken a late afternoon nap.  Oh, well. Perhaps someday at The House on High Street.

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