Crisp air. Sharp chill. Snow on the ground. Raging waters. Charging falls. Hot coffee. Toasty gloves. Winter coats. Playing. Rock-trekking. Exploring. Brisk breeze.
All that and more in a couple of hours as we visited Sioux Falls' namesake - aah - Sioux Falls. Jeff's inquisitive mind was thrilled and energized. There was much to fill his thoughts with as we explored Sioux Falls. And of course, he passed on, imparted, his newfound wealth of knowledge to his sons.
We had a couple hours to explore before Stacia's wedding so we headed out to the falls, where Sioux Falls really did get it's name. The explorers of old (and I mean Lewis and Clark old) knew a good thing when they saw it. Thus, became Sioux Falls.
My Georgia Boys held no hesitation to explore. To trek across the rocks. To climb. To decend into crevices with the raging waters near. Oh, I enjoyed this time immensely. I imagined visiting the falls, if I lived there regularly to talk with God. For picnics. For Boy Scout camp outs. For family time. We brought home a piece of Sioux Falls.
Please share with me our time.