Most of our camping time was spent in the creek. The creek bottom is covered in rock of various sizes, and all of them are slippery. I have bruises peppering my body from my many falls.
The girls loved going up and down the creek, and since they have a much lower center of gravity coupled with a youthful, nimble body, they were able to scurry around much easier than we were. They both banged their knees a few times, but jumped right up and hustled back and forth like nothing ever happened.
Gran and I used a stick to help us balance in the creek. Sweet Cheeks and Scooter were tickled pink when Gran cut them one too.
I loved the moments when they were holding hands and helping each other.
I hope they will always be this close.
Floating down the little ripples was their favorite part.