Thursday, August 22, 2013

A Hiding Place

When I was a kid I came to this place...

A place to swim
And fish
And hike

As I grew I came to hide
Or think
Or hike the trails

We discovered crawdads
And repelled down the cliffs
Or spent lazy afternoons wading or rafting down the creek

There are memories with friends
My grandpa teaching me how to bait my line
Long afternoons sharing my deepest secrets with the whisper of the wind

Today we shared more memories here with our children wading down the waterfalls.
Then a storm rolled in...
The thunder telling a foreboding tale...
As we got out of the water
The skies opened up and we were drenched.

I want to continue living in moments like these making memories with our children

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