Dripping Rock

(This is the only picture I took at the Burton Reunion!)

After attending the annual Burton reunion last Saturday, some members of our family decided to stop to see a place close to where I grew up called "Dripping Rock." Back when I was a kid, the general population didn't really know about it. It wasn't a "thing", but our family and neighbors sure knew about it and we visited it frequently during the summer. Back then, we had to access it by entering at the bridge going over the river and walk up the river to where it's located. Now, however, they have a paved parking lot and a paved path to allow visitors easier access to it.

The trail leading to "Dripping Rock" is only about a 1 mile walk round trip. Even though it's short, I opted to ride my mobility scooter. Wesley rode on my lap and Parker carried Lainey on his back. Both girls loved their rides. Everyone else had to walk.

Alan and I didn't get into the water, but the rest of them did. It was a hot day, so they said that the water felt good.

The place is called "Dripping Rock" because water drips into the river from the side of the hill and it looks like it is coming from rock.

As kids, Jane and I would go to dripping rock and pretend that fairies were living there. We felt like we were in a magical fairyland. We absolutely loved it there.

I had two kids on my lap on the way back to the car. I could hardly see where I was going. 

This was Alan's first time to see the magical place I frequented as a child. I'm pretty sure we will make it back there again soon.