It was a day of adventures--we had a picnic, climbed a rock wall, learned to pump our legs on the swing, stuck our fingers in a cold lake, investigated an old crumbling chimney from a pioneer’s homestead and marched along a 100 year old dam. Our final stop was to trek through a parking lot to get to a small tree. A twisted skinny trunk leaned over a muddy ditch trying to catch a glimpse of the sun, the moisture of the river.
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