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The campsite at Clifty Falls State Park was conveniently tucked next to a playground and well shaded just in case the sun would come out. However, the sun never did come out and the site was a bit slantly. The kids slipped down their mats all night long. Scott and I both took turns pulling the kids back up to the top of their mats after they had become a puddle mashed into the tent. We headed to a pavilion to cook up some French Toast and avoid the impending rain. Anyone notice a theme with the ritual of finding a pavilion? We happened to be right where a machine shop of Amish workers was having their company picnic. We were able to watch their baseball game. Even after the heavy rain had scattered most of the spectators and sent them running for cover, the game was pretty intense. We had a chance to talk with Dwayne who was with the Amish group while Brooke sat in a tire swing watching the game in the rain.
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