juniper junction

Grandma Kelley lead us to this ice cream pilgrimage site last summer.  It is a place she has gone since she was young.  Based on the steady stream of traffic pulling up for a cone, I'd say she isn't alone.  On this day, the (dare I say) wacky old guy who runs the ice cream window and rock climbing store was not in when we arrived.  A few impatient preschoolers ringing the bell finally brought him out of hiding.  As Auntie Ali said, I'm certain the only reason he made an exception to them being closed was the intolerable cuteness of said preschoolers.  And so it was that the boys had their huckleberry cones and licked up the gooey drips as we dispersed the bad news of no ice cream to group after group that pulled into the driveway.