This past Sunday, the kids asked me to take them to a place called Buttermilk Falls.  It's a gorgeous little spot along the Salmon River in Forest Mills about 10 minutes north of Napanee.

There's a bridge that the kids enjoy jumping from and cascading waterfalls flow into a great area to swim and cool off. As well, the granite walls offer lots of great spots to catch some rays.  In other words all sorts of great opportunites for an accident.

So with me being the parent, I was of course contantly reminding them of how slippery the rocks were and to watch where they were walking and to make sure they test the depths before jumping into unknown areas, yada, yada, yada.

As it turned out, they had a wonderful injury free afternoon.  I, on the other hand - not so much.  As luck would have it, a huge horsefly took a chunk of flesh out of my back.  Then, about 15 minutes later I tripped and went ass over end over some rocks.  I was in too much pain too enjoy myself any longer and decided to go home and let them enjoy the rest of their swim without the clutzy, worrisome old man around.

It's amazing I've made it to 45.