Boneyard Creek is the perfect place to go if you want your mental breakdown to be aesthetically pleasing. Whether you saw your situationship talking to someone else at the bar or the only questions correct on your midterm were your name and the date, Boneyard Creek has your back.
If you close your eyes and ignore the stench of goose poop and disappointment, you can almost pretend that Boneyard Creek is a tropical rainforest. With its rolling hills and charming bridge, there couldn’t be a more peaceful place to send your friends 15-minute voice memos they’ll definitely listen to.
If, for some reason, they don’t, the ducks can serve as your captive audience. Unlike everyone else, they’ll never leave you.
At the edge of campus, Boneyard Creek is ideal for those who are a bit on edge themselves. Its proximity to Niemanns provides you the added benefit of drowning your sorrows in baked goods on the way over.
Speaking of drowning your sorrows, the most useful part of this utopia is the stream, because no one can tell if you add a few tears to it.
