Falls Creek Falls - November, 2022

"Well, we're here."

"Um hmm!"

"Here!  Look!  The falls!" 

"Um hmm!"

"Dude!  That's not much of a response.  We're back here again!"

"Yeah!"

"Is that all you have to say?  'That's great'?" 

After a moment "... Can't talk!"

"Ha!  What the f@#k!  Are you crying?"

"No man!  Just a little dust in my eye."  

"You're crying ... about a little waterfall!  What a puss..)"

"Don't say that!  It's offensive and sexist!"

"Well how about 'You're a wuss', then?"

"Better.  Still offensive, but less sexist.  Damn, it's good to be back here!"  

"Okay, I get it.  You missed a year ... sore knee or something.  Get over yourself."

"I love it! ... 'Sore knee'.  I'm over it.  Catharsis got the better of me.  

"But Damn it's good to be back here!  Falls Creek Falls on Thanksgiving weekend!  Nothin' better!  Maybe that over-dramatized it a bit, but I really didn't now when I'd be able to do this again.  And now - it's like reopening a book to the same page where you left it.  Damn!"

A little motion picture capture:  

Baker's Dozen

I've been baking cookies much of my adult life.  

This arrangement made the most sense to me pretty much from the start; as you can see, this gets the most cookies in the pan, with the least risk of them expanding into one another.

I probably counted them occasionally – especially if I was baking multiple pans, and wanted a running total.  But I never gave it any thought until the other day.  

Then a light went on!

I always thought bakers were just being generous.  😄