This is where my sister, mom, and I scattered my dad’s ashes on Father’s Day in 2014 (I think) so I’ve actually been here before. Prior to that, I had been to Glen Rose. It was a place where Dad took us and I believe a place he lived in his childhood. I remember swimming around the river next to the rocks. It all looks somehow vaguely familiar but I’m not sure, and there’s no one to ask aside from my sister who (given our young ages) should remember less than I.