I could have written this about California to Idaho.
Had to laugh at this: “By May, I was indignant enough to rip the caution tape off the playground”
By May 2020, I was ripping all the damned caution tape off of park benches in the parks on the San Francisco peninsula. I couldn’t think of anything more preposterous than keeping everybody off of a park bench. For what? That two people might be three feet apart for a few minutes? I’m sure if you could analyze every single COVID transmission in the world, you’d find ZERO cases of two people sitting outdoors on a park bench transmitting COVID.
The yellow caution tape on park benches told me everything I needed to know about the insanity of the whole situation.
Even worse, they shut down all the parks on the Peninsula and put traffic cones on all the nearby streets to prevent people from even parking nearby and walking into a park.
Actually, it was quite nice for a few months because I continued to get into the parks and had them all to myself. Especially after I ripped down the damned yellow caution tape.
We enjoyed walking through the country club adjacent to our neighborhood during the lockdown. I averaged 20,500 steps per day May 2020.