Morgan & I choose not to hike down this steep, trippy trail this frigid morning. We wanted to drive towards Coulee City and eat breakfast at a roadside diner we ate at once or twice before when she was a tot. During Labor Day Weekend of 1994, when Morgan was a little over 6 months old, Gwen & I day hiked down this dangerous trail to the bottom. I carried Baby Mo in a Snugli strapped to the front of my torso. Gwen breastfed our baby girl at the bottom where we stood in a grove of brush and tall grass by the lakeshore. All felt so prehistoric then. Still does. Could only imagine the awe and the terror of those early humans who experienced these gigantic Ice Age floods.