How exciting our first father son outing! And to none else, McCormick’s Creek! I remember going here many times with my Dad. The humidity didn’t hold long before the air began to sweat and then rain; more of an annoying rain than anything else. By 9 pm he was saying “go, go”. He couldn’t take it any more. Since it was going to dip into the forties and he was already coughing this horrible cough since morning we bailed for Gramma T’s only 30 minutes back up the road. He waived and said good bye as we stomped the trail to the car.
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