We left early, taking a cooler packed with a picnic lunch, fully knowing that the afternoon forecast called for storms that would provide a clear end to the outing.
We walked along the river, we balanced on the train tracks, we stomped in the creek. We ate watermelon and tried to teach the art of skipping stones to the boys, who ignored us in favor of making leaf boats. They floated them toward tiny waterfalls and cheered gleefully when they came out the other side.
We had a marvelous time.
Pilot Mountain State Park, River Section