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At Pigeon River Provincial Park |
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We suspected that they had crawled to the other side of the fence, |
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and back home these photos proved it. |
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Mary takes unique photos with outstretched arm. |
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The playground at Pigeon River. |
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We later stopped at some small falls on the Canadian side of the border. |
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Looking at these photos, we can still hear the rushing swirling water. |
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Then we moved onto Little Trout Bay. |
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For these little Miami babies, the water was cold. |
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Mary would not be talked into the water. |
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Lots of signs and warnings for Mary.... |
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but these dried out tracks were all we could find. |
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Tony took this photo as night was falling and we were on our way home again. |
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