I think it's nice that grown children have hobbies, preferably ones that do not risk life and limb.
Number four son is into the latter.
He takes off for the mountain top of choice, on his own, and returns when he's met the goals for that climb.
I hope passing bears and other marauders note his agenda and leave him alone.
There is a gene running through the family--give me a lot of space, lots of fresh air and stay back--I'm busy being here right now.
Unless a passing fox obliged by taking this photo, Number Four did it himself.
Move away from the edge please.
This is your mother speaking.
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They never listen, do they??
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