So we climbed the stairs, hiked up a short trail, and then Scott got to climb around the biggest "shoot guns" he'd ever seen. I say he didn't understand what they were. Nick says he got some sort of historical weapons lesson out of it. Hmph.
Posed for a few shots.
Then headed back to the van.
Drove way up north, and got the big guns out for the next hike. Scott got to ride in the frame-backpack, Warren got to ride in the ergo. Originally, I was going to wear him on my back, but then I saw what we were up against, and switched him to the front. Easier to balance. Ava got to walk. Lucky lady.
The view from where we parked. Knowing we were going all the way down to the water? Pretty daunting.
Getting down to business. Did I mention Ava had to walk?
After that shot, I had to put the camera away and grab on to tree branches for dear life, the ENTIRE WAY DOWN.
But we made it, and here we (they-as usual, I didn't get in ANY shots!)- here they are at the summit. I guess it can't technically be called the summit, since it was down, instead of up, but whatev. That's what I'm calling it. The little clearing at the foot of the mountain, before we broke through and saw...
Ahhhh. I haven't converted to being a Guam-lover yet, but man, there's nothing like being surrounded by scenes that could have been in an episode of Lost.
Being surrounded by scenes like these isn't half bad either :)
And then we hiked back up. Way way way up. It was long, hard work. But, as far as balancing, I thought it was easier going up than down. Ava...probably wouldn't agree. She cried. The whole. Way. Up.
But she did it. She hiked down that sucker, and then she turned around and hiked right back up. No one will EVER tell me that kid ain't tough, not ever.
What did YOU do today?