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.