“If we keep no diary [journal], the path crumbles away behind us as our feet leave it; and days gone by are but little more than a blank, broken by a few distorted shadows. Life is all confined within the limits of to-day….”
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Tuesday, July 24, 2018
Swinging across (or in) East Canyon Creek
Grandpa helps to hold the rope.
Dad (Zac) makes many trips back and forth across the foot bridge
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