Willow Flats

We've been meaning to get up to Willow Flats before all the leaves fell. We were a little late to see colorful leaves but it was still pretty and Owen loved walking on some snow. What a pretty place. It brought back lots of memories of Sunday drives we often went on as a family, running in the hot hot summer for cross country, camping, when my bike fell on my head after I fell off a bridge while riding my bike, something about a watermelon seed war that turned into a very messy game with my sisters, eating wild strawberries while hiking to the spring, hiking to Bloomington Lake on one of the first dates Matthew & I went on, and of course wading in the icy water until we couldn't feel our legs.