Looking down at one of the creek beds.
Sitting on one of the many, many stone walls.
The old pump house, now covered with graffiti.
A dragon fly (or butterfly, depending on your point of view).
Elliot taking a rest in a stream.
Elizabeth literally sprints up the cart trail.
Three-sister tree.
Elliot rests in the middle of Little Falls, getting a little to drink. He was completely in heaven, not only hiking with us but getting a chance to lay around in the water.
Elliot and Lee at Little Falls.
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