We had a blast going up the canyon and roasting marshmallows. Thatcher had at least 15 un-roasted marshmallows, but spit out the perfectly roasted one I fed him. We spent some time throwing rocks and sticks in the creek and he went crazy chasing a duck around for a while. Right before we left, Thatcher burned his wrist on the fire pit which was sad but besides that we had a great time. I can't believe this beautiful place is just minutes from my mom's house.
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