Shhhhh. It's a secret. Tucked away in a quiet corner of the park where Cabin Creek flows down from the eastern flank of Meeker. The spring runoff crashes down the numerous cascades.
There may not be a specific destination, but it doesn't matter. The stream is the destimation. Just close your eyes and listen.
The flowers are going to be spectacular in a couple of weeks. Tall chiming bells and arrow leafed ragwort are reaching up on both banks.
And did I mention it was Father's Day? A special treat back at the cabin for Larry and Richard. A big piece of pie AND a beer!
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