We spent part of every day wading in ice cold water, over flat, slippery rocks; swimming or sitting or sliding in different narrow, frothy streams… or exploring waterfalls close up. Molly was always on the lookout for salamanders. Connor had a first aid kit on his belt and was “medic!” for the inevitable scrapes that happen when you play in rapids and on rocks. And Tyler seemed to be all about climbing the highest place, going over the tallest falls, and generally making his mom nervous. In this picture Jeff’s on his way under the falls.
No photographic record of mom, of course… I was the one with the camera.