And I've Got Faded Roots...
Through various intermediary relatives, I recently received this photo from my Aunt B., which was taken by her son - a novice photographer at that time. I'm not sure if he's raised himself to the professional ranks or not, but he certainly has the credentials. This is back when I used to wear hats, 24/7. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Stupid youth.
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This was a vacation within a vacation away from our parents, who were all driving us batty, with their usual talk of inheritances, wills, etc. So we drove about 2 hours or so up the state to get away for a day. The scenery is seriously to die for up there: waterfalls, forestry, cliff-diving. We were all too scared, except for the aforementioned photographer cousin, to jump off the 30-foot cliff into the stream. I think he did it multiple times. But that was his nature. Danger really is his middle name.
Next time I venture to Maine again to see the relatives (1x per year), I'll have to make another journey to Smalls Falls. Haven't been back there since 1995.