Resting near the top. It's hard to conceive of all that water crashing down and past us second after second, minute after minute, hour after hour, and day after day, as the snow melts all throughout the long spring and early summer.
The smart brother and the tall brother:
More resting:
The pretty spouse and the tall spouse. Tom took this picture; we climbed through the split-rail fence and walked behind part of the falls. I was going to tell a lighthouse story or two illustrative of Sandi's now legendary fear of heights but "every picture tells a story"--she may look like she's smiling here but it's really a grimace. I regret not suggesting to my brother that he film her "bomb-sniffing dog creeps ever closer to suspicious package" walk out to this spot and back. Priceless!
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