During a recent hike in Eaton Canyon, I passed a group of fathers and sons. The fathers tended to all of the boys equally, helping them over rocks, telling them the lame jokes all fathers tell, and making sure no one fell behind. I knew that these must be Indian Guides, the father son version of the Indian Princess group that got me interested in nature. When they reached the falls one father set a little boy on a rock in front of me, and I got my confirmation.
