Some Saturday mornings were meant for big things. And some were meant for hiking to your neighborhood waterfall. In your pajamas. Tripp actually did have real clothes on. Only because he took such a massive poop this morning it leaked onto his pajama pants. How's that for some real Saturday morning living?
The waterfall is what I would guesstimate as about 1/4 mile. Or about 275km for the 25 week pregnant mother pushing one 26 lbs child, one 36 lbs child and one 30 lbs stroller up hill both ways. That's almost a 100 lbs, right? Honey, you can check my math later. I'm all strung out on a chocolate chip trail mix binge post hike.
Here are a few photos I snapped along the way. I'm working on uploading some videos of the fearless two-some jumping from rock to rock around the fire pit ring (something we do only when less than fearless father is on a bachelor party weekend) and chucking rocks at each other playfully throwing rocks downstream the creek.
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