The last time Truman was home, we went exploring a little bit around the local area. A place that I used to go to a lot during the summer as a child was Pilsbury Crossing, just outside of town. We were finally able to take the kids out there and let them explore some. It was a lot of fun, being able to tell Logan about how we used to swim down between the rocks, and how, if you weren’t careful, your slip-on shoes would go right over the waterfalls and you most likely wouldn’t be able to find them ever again. I’m convinced that somewhere in the rocks there is a large shoe graveyard.
A view of the waterfalls. They aren’t very big, but they do have quite a current going toward them. Down below is emptied out and, while I don’t recall playing under there very much, I know I remember seeing a LOT of other kids doing it. (My older cousins included!)
We would swim around those rocks, and then walk down the creek a bit. It widens in parts, gets somewhat deeper in others, and in other parts got much narrower and shallower. There are, or were, quite a lot of snakes in this area especially before a lot of people start coming more regularly during the summer. Mostly once the weather is nicer college students flock to this area, which means a lot of noise and traffic.