A Day At the Falls

From Graeme: I was working construction one summer. Got off around Noon, drove home for lunch. Little Bro was just kicking 'round the house, so we drove up to Scott's Falls. Languidly made our way up each subsequent fall. At the top, we sat down and ate some apples below the rock mass that juts up from beside the precipice of the last waterfall. Now, Phil had somehow learned that I got off work early. He called too see what up, but we had already left, and he spoke with my Mom. My Mom told him that we had left for some waterfall. Phil rolled the dice and guessed we were at Scott's Falls. He made his way up there, and surreptitiously tracked us up the falls. While me and Little Bro were resting at the top, eating apples, I suddenly got hit in the back of the head with a pine cone. I looked behind me, up to the top of the rock mass we were under, and there was Phil. We hung-out then made our way back down the falls. Phil had ridden his bike, so we through it in the back of the car and drove him home.