Memories of Dingmans Falls

Wistful memories flood my mind as I recall early morning trips to Dingmans Falls with the boys, preparing breakfast for the journey.

When we were much younger, we would sometimes get up early on summer weekends, pile the boys into the car and drive up to Dingmans Falls, in Pennsylvania. We would start off at about five o’clock in the morning and perhaps arrive around seven. I would prepare breakfast food, fruit, and flasks of coffee for Peter and myself. Kelly, Evan, and Matthew