After we made it out of the cave and my folks determined that the rain wasn't stopping anytime soon, they opted to not let it ruin our day. Dad purchased cool giant blue ponchos for us to wear and after checking out a fudge making demonstration, I remember sitting under a rocky overhang with all 4 of us, just munching away on those recently made snacks.
We watched it rain and talked, saw how the water ran down the rocks and flooded through the giant park. I didn't see a national landmark that day and there weren't any major family revelations, but I did spend quality time that was forever remembered. Coincidentally I've taken a poncho into that cave with me every time since and still think fondly of what must have been a million stairs to an 8 year old!
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