It was 106 degrees today. So we decided to put on our hiking shoes and get wet at Oneonta Gorge. It's a small hike upstream that leads to a waterfall where you can swim around. I felt like I was in Last of the Mohicans.
George mentally preparing for the hike
About halfway to the falls, this is where the water gets about waist high.
I just imagine Indians slaughtering the white man from the gorge above.
The Coliganberry household, about to jump in
Booya
