on my way out of longview the other day i was forced by bright yellow, orange, and red leaves to stop at the lake (sacajawea) to show quinn that this silly and often gross little town has more to it than just gramma and papa...he was doubtful. we were in a huge rush but i just HAD to get some pictures of my chicken little at this place that holds so many memories for me and everyone i grew up with. the lake is so beautiful (SO SO SO SO BEAUTIFUL) this time of year, it's almost lovely enough to make you forget it will probably kill you if you swim in it (drink it, smell it, look at it too long).
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