So . . . in all honesty, there is a problem with rock climbing. Henry, especially, lacks a healthy fear of heights. Sometimes I walk outside and find him on top of the minivan. As we left a building the other day, I had a hard time keeping him from climbing the brick columns in front of the building. He begs to climb trees. I tell him if he can reach the bottom branch, he can climb it. He hasn't reached many yet, but I'm sure that's coming.
Nonetheless, we try to fit in a trip to the rock wall as many Saturdays as possible.
Here we all are at the YMCA 30-foot rock wall:
Jackie and Henry at the top together.
Morgan is still a little afraid of heights. I'm confident she'll conquer that at some point.
Maybe then I'll find her on top of the minivan. Just kidding.
That's me . . . I recently made it up the third hardest climb. Like all things, it gets a little better each time.
This is harder than it looks. When I'm done, my fingers cramp, and my forearms shake.