The Falls

On Friday I went to the falls with my dad and sister (other people call them Granite Falls, we are more familiar with them), which was one of my favorite childhood places. Amber and I skipped stones and played other rocks and water related games while my dad whistled and pondered nature. Being there for the first time in several years brought back all kinds of memories, like the time I found a smashed pumpkin on the rocks and tried to find all of its shiny orange pieces. And the time the water running slower so we ventured out farther than usual along the rocks and I fell into the water, which was shocking and cold but I was fine. And the time a high school boyfriend and I ate a picnic lunch near the water. So many good times at the falls.