Irony intended. Every time I go to this park, really a ravine that runs thru the city, I laugh (or grimace, depending on the day) at all the signs! Not only that, the park workers have color coded their spray paints and ribbons, I guess indicating what type of work has to be done. So what could be a casual walk in nature usually feels more like a stroll thru a construction site. Yesterday, rocks by the river were all spray painted pink! And it wasn’t about gay pride.
All for the best, I suppose. When the work is done, the park will hopefully be nicer and not just some overly manicured future-world like we find in the suburbs.