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    Growing up in Northeastern PA. there was no shortage of running water which inadvertently would lead to waterfalls. Where I grew up there was a small brook that would cascade down to Lake Wallenpaupack, passing along the back of our house as it went. I was 9 or 10 years old at the time, and was constantly watching as the water would flow over whatever got in its way. As we grew and started to branch out to explore this new found world that we had moved to, the waterfalls kept getting larger and larger. There would be some that just sort of meandered down the river that they were located on and then there were the falls, like the one at Bushkill. They were interesting all year round but they really seemed to show off their majestic beauty in the fall. Life was great back then too (we just didn’t, appreciate it yet)