Sunday, October 12, 2008

While Monica was off in New York with her mother and sister, the boys and I were camping with the scouts.  

A ropes course meant a climb upwards 35 feet into the trees.

And a nerve-fraying walk 
upon an uneven log
too far above
the pine-needly floor.

And then a rope descent
as you slip down
like a spider playing out
its silken tether.

Photos by A.B.