Last week we parked at Grandma Wolfe's house and took a hike in the Quittie Park. The Quittie (short for Quittapahilla) is a creek that runs through Lebanon County, and, lucky for us, runs right behind Grandma's backyard. This is probably the hundredth time we've hiked and skipped stones along the creek, eaten wild raspberries, peed in the bushes (well, that's a boy thing...Maddie always manages to hold it...), and thought about Daddy, Uncle Allan, Uncle Mike, and Aunt Sue and their (mis)adventures as children along the Quittie.
The hill pictured below is the one Dave used to race up and down in high school and college when he was training for football. The picture doesn't do the angle and height of this hill justice...Maddie, at the bottom of the picture is only about a third of the way up. Are we surprised poor Daddy needed a hip replacement at age 35?
Mmmm. Wild raspberries. Now please excuse us, there's a bush around here with our names on it.
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