From the bottom, looking up to the top. Only, it's not the top because once you reach the "top" you see there is still another pretty good stretch before you get to the real top. Um, that's a bummer.

Before we began, lookin spry!
The 6 am no makeup shot. Yeah, baby.
Midway, looking back. Holy holiness, we are above the clouds. I see you, Jesus!
No matter what, J U S T K E E P C L I M B I N G. Ignore the heart beating out of your chest. You *probably* won't die. And eveb if you do, Jesus is right there to snatch you up.
50 minutes later, the sweet, sweaty victory. How funky it smells.
The proud parents. Not of him, he's 10! Of course the boy can make it! Of ourselves. We are the old ones.
On the way down, bar trail. 3 miles? 2? I don't know. A nice, shaded jaunt.
The boy who did not make one single solitary complaint. Not one. He is a joyful soul, that one. What a pleasure.
Time well spent making treasured memories with our strong and capable man-in-the-making. House project? schmouse schmroject....
We've got more important work to do.
1 comment:
Is this directed at me because I just enslaved my children for a week of deck building? :)
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