So when my family was invited to go back to the same mountain for a night of camping, I, of course, declined. However, my three older children and my husband could not be stopped.
I felt I was being a pragmatist by declining because I saw the forecast that said it would be below freezing when the sun went down. I didn't think that "Keira" needed to be out there in such cold weather, so I declined on her behalf. (I was so thankful to have her as an excuse).
Apparently, they had a good time.
They also said they weren't as cold this time as we were in June because they were better prepared with the right clothes and enough blankets.
Still, I'm glad I could stay home and pray for them while sitting in front of a heater.
I'm told they went caving again.
They also hiked up a very tall mountain.
They said the view at the top was breath-taking.
I did not like hearing there was a sheer drop-off at the top. Yikes!
My kids inherited a love of rocks from my father and my sister; therefore, wherever we go, someone is always looking for and collecting "cool" rocks.
This is what happens to your son when he has a pocket full of "cool" rocks and then he takes a spill down the mountain.
Glad you guys had a fun time! I loved hearing your stories!