But we did go to Trafalga and go rock climbing. Does that count?
Erica was in heaven showing off her upper arm gymnastic strength. The boys just liked climbing. Not too high of course. Their dad thinks I might possibly have ruined them with a fear of heights. Kent actually, if he had more time, would've gotten into it. He prefers more climbing up real mountains, though. The kind that once he gets there, way up to the top, past the cliffs of death and the crevasses of doom, dad has to climb up and maneuver him back down. Yeah. That kind. Jace is a bit more cautious...which does not make me sad. Who wishes their teenage boy would be a little bit more reckless?? No one! So in a few years, other boys will be jumping off cliffs trying to dodge the rocks, and Jace and I will be safe on the ground. Not sad at all!
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