He's not that far from Watkin's Glen, he's east of it. Aunt Shirley lives west of it, and when we visited it as kids - LH was maybe 4 or 5, we walked down the Glen instead of up, as Charles - Aunt Shirley's husband, but he was always just Charles, not Uncles Charles - had emphysema and could not have managed the hike up. Ma was terrified of heights, so hugged the canyon walls all the way down, and our task, as the older kids, was to keep LH from careening over the edge!
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