Sunday, September 13, 2009
Little Grand Canyon
With a name like that for a park in Illinois I wasn't quite sure what to expect (I was thinking maybe "canyon" would translate to a path between some rock slabs no longer than my kitchen). But I was pleasantly surprised. It was more like a tiny valley between some decent sized hills (for Illinois), but it was really pretty at the bottom. There wasn't much water flowing and you could walk right down the rocks. Unfortunately they were just slippery enough from the rain we had the day before that Caedmon fell down a bunch of times and we never really made it through the end of the "canyon." But in conclusion, though misnomered, it's actually a nice little park.
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Definitely miss you guys! How'd Caedmons birthday go?
Not too bad, my parents came down kind of unexpectedly, which went over better than I feared but nonetheless made for a taxing weekend. On his actual bday we took him mini-golfing, which he loved. He still talks about you every now and then. Just random "And when uncle geoff was here..." comments.
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