My father, heading towards the hole from which the spring water comes up out of the ground.
My dad and brother, anchored outside of the spring.
My dad, shooting me shooting him.
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| Under Plymouth Mountain's summit heading down from the peak. |
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| Abundant greens and moisture in the forest on this particular morning. |
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| From the top of Plymouth Mountain looking down to Chatfield Lake to the east. |