rockclimb

Last weekend we packed up the car, ate lunch at a park by some ducks, climbed{drove} over a spectacular mountain pass, lucked out and claimed quite possibly the perfect spot for a little relaxation and rock climbing. We climbed, we played in the river, laughed, explored a nearby cave, had wagon rides, climbed some more, ate a yummy dinner, and roasted some marshmellows. Then when we could no longer see we turned on the head lamps packed up the car, and climbed back over that mountain pass. The sky was black with thousands of twinkling stars and a sliver of the shiny moon lighting up the frame of the mountain tops. It felt like we were on the tip top of the world. With kids sleeping soundly, the perfect breeze and a little Ray in the backdrop I think we really were. It was beautiful and I was in awe...of our day and how it was winding down. I love..love...love where we live and the experiences it brings. It made my heart happy to see the little city, our home, glittering peacfully in the dark at the bottom of that mountain pass.