My mom's family has a cabin in Ozark-land, out in the middle of nowhere, overlooking a crik (as they call it in Missoura.) I used to go there all the time as a kid but haven't been in probably ten years.
Last weekend, Lexi and I went with my parents for the afternoon. That's the cabin up on the ledge. It's hardly fancy, but it's cozy. And has a great view. And, ya know, a crick.
Mom and Lexi in the crick, under the cabin.
Crick swimmin' hole.
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This looks like so much fun. I've always wanted a cabin by a crik. I love to wade in a clear crik :)
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