When I was growing up we lived a block from a park called Cherokee Park. The name was after the local indians. I used to hike the trails and find arrow heads. Don't have any of them any more, but it was fun to be able to find them then. It was a warm day of 70 and I knew there wouldn't be many of those left, so I wanted to see if I could remember the trails. A friend that lives across the street from the park suggested that the trails weren't hiked much any more and not clear and that I should go up to the top of the park and follow the new trails put in by the city.