Wednesday, January 18, 2012
I scraped the waterfall
As 2011 came to a close we took a detour on our way to see the grandparents in Slick Rock for a waterfall hike in Pisgah National Forest. The familiar sounding Slick Rock Falls was a short drive from US 276 and almost in view from the parking area off the forest road. We had a pleasant little stroll and explored at the base of the falls. While there, Ford slipped on a wet rock and got a slight abrasion on his leg. We moved on and had a picnic while searching for another waterfall.
The funny part is that almost every day since, without fail, Ford has repeated his cry of, "I scraped the waterfall." Sometimes it accompanies a bump or scrape of another kind but sometimes it is just a matter of fact statement. Future grist for his therapist, perhaps?
The funny part is that almost every day since, without fail, Ford has repeated his cry of, "I scraped the waterfall." Sometimes it accompanies a bump or scrape of another kind but sometimes it is just a matter of fact statement. Future grist for his therapist, perhaps?