Sign of successful parenting:
This is an actual conversation Calvin and I had near the end of December
Me: "what do you want to do tomorrow?"
Calvin: "Hike!"
Me: "Hike with big trees, or big rocks?"
Calvin: "Big rocks!"
Me:
Unfortunately the next morning instead of Pinnacles he got to go to the ED with a bad flare up of what turned out to be RSV, but nonetheless I think he's hooked.
But finally, a month later we made it back out, for Calvin's first ever trip to the West Side, and first trip sans backpack.
Oh yeah, this is why I show up at 10 am on cold weekday mornings instead of 1:30 on beautiful Saturday afternoons. But no problem; to a 2 year old rocks are rocks.
Enjoying the freedom to throw rocks
anytime you want.
"TUNNEL!" -direct quote
Catching last week's raindrops.
Showing me C for Calvin (it's under his finger).
R&R beneath Machete Ridge.
Pooh sticks.
He made it on foot all the way from the first bridge to right before the caves, and back again, in just about 2:10, and was still laughing when we got back to the car. Not too shabby for a 2 year old attention span.