Back in the eve of Autumn, when the sense of adventure found little inhibitants, and the sun and moon cast shadows alike, a group of tight-knit people went on an expedition. Their expedition led them over the Great Cascades and into a town of something different. Different from the everyday, that is.
A mini golf sign-in
We ran into my good fried Paul while going from shop to shop!
The trip coincided with Jerald's (the lad being carried) birthday
On the side of the road on the way home just after sunset.
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