Lunch and a Pile of Rocks....

 Our original plan for Saturday morning was to join up with my sis-in-law and her daughter for a hike and a picnic in Ricketts Glen State Park in PA. Reputed to have amazing trails and tons of waterfalls, and located about 2 hours' drive from each of us, it seemed ideal.  Sadly, Hurricane Laura had other ideas.

With the weather predicted to be too rainy for that type of hiking, we opted to meet in the middle for lunch, and possibly take a look at Hickory Run State Park instead if the weather cleared at all.

We've been there before with the kids, but the problem with being the youngest is that either you weren't born yet or were too young to remember the journey, so Babygirl had no clear recall of the park at all. After a hearty diner lunch, during a break in the rain, we took a chance and went to see the most unique feature of the park: The Boulder Field.

Boulder fields are fairly rare perglacial geologic formations caused by the freeze/thaw cyles near glacial margins.  The one in White Haven PA is large, spanning several acres, averageing a 12 foot depth of rocks of varying sizes.

It takes more than a little concentration to walk.

Unless you let your inner mountain goat take over.

The matching cousin outfits were accidental but adorable. 

She lives in a third-floor Brooklyn walk-up. Mountain Goat, on, girl.

At the center of the field, if you are quiet, you can hear the springs that feed Hickory Run under the boulders. If you are quiet, near the edges, you can hear the rattlesnakes that live there...

Just kidding - I've heard the water, never the snakes.

I'm pretty sure we consumed more calories than we burned on this one, but it was more than worth the drive to have a family gathering after so much isolation! 

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