This one is for my parents …
They were rock climbers in their day. Back when your harness was a rope tied around your waist; you climbed in your weigh-a-ton hiking boots and the body-belay was alive and well.
Talk about crazy!
Here are the grandbabies, following in those footsteps (albeit with a few technical advantages).
Cutest lay-back ever.
Some three year olds, they haven’t heard of fear.
Five year olds, however, know when it is high (THAAAT’s cool, I’m coming down now).
Pleased with himself!
Peruse peruse, which route to climb?
This girl does not give up.
Another somebody got a climbing harness for her birthday …
And once you turn 12, you hang in there and get that piece protection out. (Or stay there ’til tomorrow. Or forever. Only joking! Sort of.)
Gorgeous (frigid) lake-water for afterwards.
With a big thank you to my folks for many happy happy days and nights spent in the mountains when I was growing up …