This past weekend, when it was actually cooler than 108 degrees, we had an amazing time at the creek.
The creek is at the farm of my aunt and uncle. Down a long, winding path, past fields of corn and beans, around a pond and through the woods. You eventually make your way to a beautiful oasis. A private hideaway.
This is the view at the top of the steps. Up here is where we sit around the fire, talk, eat, cook, and ride 4-wheelers and Gators.
And drink beer. Lots of beer, apparently.
As you make your way down these steps, you find the creek.
This is where the adventurous slip on their creek-walkin' shoes, grab a walking stick, and head out down the creek.
There's also some rock skipping.
And even some swimming.
And at the end of the day, after we have changed out of wet clothes, there is some soaking of the feet.
Roasting of the marshmallows.
And enjoying the cool evening around the fire.
Ahhhh. Life is good.