Cascade Falls

Went on a weekday summer journey today.  Going to buy organic milk (more on that later), we ended up in Osceola at Cascade Falls.  Reminded me of being a child myself.  I have lots of memories of playing in shallow streams with rocks, probably at various state parks.  We will definately go back up there with the kids.  They had a ton of fun!  Some older bikers showed up and watched our kids play for about a half hour.  Poor quality pics again because I only had the cell phone.





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