I love Pennypack Park. I've always wanted to be close to it and I am, now. There are many old bridges, dating back to 1919-21 and some overgrown foundations and chimneys left over from mills built there in 1799. There are sections of stone wall, here and there, along the smaller foot bridges, that are reminiscent of Medeival Times.
The way the Bubbling Brooks there glitter in the sun almost appears magical, to me. A few people even go horseback riding, through the park - often bareback. It's nice to see the hot female joggers in their tight shorts, I won't lie. It's even possible to get deep enough into the park where the sounds of traffic are less than a whisper.
It breaks my heart, how beautiful it is there. I see deer, ducks, chipmunks and squirrels all the time. And ... when I come across all of this natural charm and echoes of yesteryear, I can't help myself ... I feel like if there's anything that's still Innocent and Magical in this world, it is here, in this place. One could enter this park with the weight of the world on their shoulders and walk out of it inspired. If that isn't Magic ... then, I don't know what is.
