This is the easy part. Getting to this "nice" little creek took all of my 58 years of accumulated mountain climbing skills. The Ozarks are no tiny itsy bity little piece of cake and my granddaughters had a blast scrambling over mossy boulders and cliffs and expecting Grandma to follow The next day I tricked Grandpa into going on a walk with the Grandkids and he had to call a car to pick him up! Grandma's rule!!!!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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Feeling jealous...
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