Some years ago at a family reunion in a state park, the weather was damp and drizzling, chilly for July. Little kids were running around wet and muddy and we grownups were huddled underneath a picnic shelter. I was thinking what a miserable day it was when an older cousin looked out over the Falls and said, "It's a beautiful view."
Suddenly my attitude changed. It WAS a beautiful view; we were with beloved cousins for the day; good food, great memories.
Since then, I've tried to enjoy the view and not grouse to myself about minor inconveniences.
High Falls, 2001
High Falls, 2001
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