Last weekend the Hansen trio went hiking at a place called Turkey Run. Even though the name suggests there to be wild fowl scuttling about, disappointingly enough there was not a single turkey to be seen. I'm not exactly sure how the Indiana naming system works, but I think it goes all the way back to the Indians. 100 Thanksgiving Days later we are left with no turkeys, but still have a stunning state park. That's my guess anyway. Weird name aside, Turkey Run is a beautiful place and the weather could not have been more perfect for hiking.
