One Sunday afternoon, our entire family walked down to the Ahaura River. We went down a road near us that went straight down the hill to the railroad track, then turned to cross a large creek.
Esther was very much not impressed with this old bridge. She calls it rickety, although many trucks cross it every day!
After looking at the creek, we walked a long way to get to the river bed. It’s not the easiest place to push a stroller, but it worked all right with the big boys who enjoy pushing their little sister.
We had to cross the creek to get out to the Grey River.
This is the confluence of the Ahaura and Grey Rivers.
Just below where these boys are, the water rushes extremely fast through a very deep chute. They were at the top of it, keeping each other from washing away.
We passed these calves on the other side of the creek on our way home. We sure enjoyed that walk—this is a very beautiful area!
Mr. Imagination picked these lovely flowers for me.