Limestone Bluffs

As a child, I spent every free week end that I could staying with my grandparents. I would spend hours along the creek, and up on the bluffs. I was warned time and again to NOT climb on the ledges, but I always had to try. As soon as a few pebbles fell down the side or my foot slipped a bit, you can be sure I scampered to higher ground and more level footing. I think my guardian angel must have worked overtime from about 1954 to 1960. She was probably relieved when I discovered boys and left my tomboyish ways behind.