So there's this big mountain near us. Pico Duarte.
Highest peak in the caribbean. Some of the adventurous people in my family hiked it.
|The path is steep.|
|The path is on the edge.|
|The path is rocky.|
However, as you may have already gathered, I caved.
I released my emotional death grip of over protection from my child, and agreed, yes that's right, in my right mind agreed, that this would be a really great thing (because as you know from a previous post, there's A LOT of girlie girl up in this household.)
|Gracie (in her Belle princess dress + ugg style boots) walking Tate and the dudes down to load up to leave for Pico.|
|Not going to be offended that he took off running . . . .|
|His buddy, Isaiah, was on the trip too, which was very fun for him!|
|Tater Salad pre-hike psych up of strength|
|I'm told that he is standing near the edge of a pretty steep drop off . . .|
|Tate and fearless Pico guide Tigua.|
|Fully bonded with his walking stick, "Walky," which he brought home with him.|
|One happy camper with a happy, plastic smile :)|
|The stinky factor + sleep deprivation|
|I hear these trees were amazingly tall and gloriously bright. Tate knew that I would want a picture of these.|
|Two, little stud muffins at the very top of Pico Duarte.|
|The view from the top.|
|Pre- freezing river bath psych up after a week of stinkiness|
A good time was had by all . . . . and I survived my 6 year old climbing a mountain. WHew . . .