Four of us had the best intentions of climbing to the top of the waterfall, but only two of us actually did it. Neve and I pretended that there were better things to do at the halfway point (like catch our breath), so we went exploring on our own. We found an old car in the woods that appeared to have tumbled down the ravine, we made up stories about what may have happened that day (the result of a night of moonshine maybe?), and we collected the loveliest orange leaves.
When Terry and Fiona returned, we insisted on driving up to the spot from which they had just come. We all enjoyed the overlook together, but two of us were a bit more tired than the others.
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beautiful, beautiful captures.
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