We planned a day trip to Rifle Falls with our friends and neighbors on the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend. Cecilia awoke with a scratchy cough and runny nose so she was happy to stay h

ome with Granny and Grandpa for the day.
For me, Rifle Falls is a bit of a childhood mecca - I remember going as a child and have vivid memories of the awesome grandeur of the wate
rfalls and caves. Upon returning last year, for the first time since age seven, I wasn't surprised to see that the Niagra Falls and mammoth caves of my memory were a wee bit smaller than what I recalled.
When we arrived, the ranger told us that the parking at the park was full and we could either wait until someone left and then drive in and park (waiting in the car? O
ut of the question,) park
on the road and risk a ticket, or go up the canyon to some dude ranch. We opted for none of the above. Let us just say that the first picture is of our covert ops. I was pleasantly surprised that our pals had no problem with our illegal parking, fence climbing, hiking scheme and everything went off without a hitch.
Francesca just wanted to fish in the creek, but we were able to pull her away long enough to hike around the falls and explore with Grace. We missed Cecilia, and Andrew will say that this is mean, but 1 less child was almost like having NO children for the day! Cecilia is just a lot of child, she's three! She's demanding, impatient, LOUD, but she's also sweet, boisterous, considerate, loving and gentle so that makes up for all the rest.
