Carrying on Grandpa's tradition of his annual hike to Sturtevant falls was extra special this year as we found tons of Newts in the streams. They were hidden everywhere, if you stopped and looked hard you would see one. Because they followed us throughout our hike in each space we stopped or just when crossing a stream, I can't help but wonder...was this Grandpa saying hello...was he on our hike with us?
We made it to the pathetic falls (not a lot of rain this year...extreme drought) and daddy went climbing up the hill and went way ahead of us. He ran into a guy that said further on up is a hot springs...hum fun!
So beautiful. I feel closer to Grandpa here. We had a wonderful time.
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