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A restored truck parked at the edge of the path, serving fruit pops, fudge bars, and the kind of ice cream sandwich that requires napkins. Alongside it, lemonade squeezed fresh and shaken to order — plain, strawberry, or whatever fruit the kitchen has on hand, with iced tea for anyone who wants it less sweet. Between the two, it's enough to buy you fifteen more minutes of walking from anyone who was starting to fade.