On the Edge

We just got back from a week in Acadia. We hiked, biked, kayaked, and took in the beauty of the park.

This summer, for some reason, I was much more of a nervous nellie with the girls. I had a terrible time watching as the girls disappeared over the edges of cliffs and mountains.





Hels, of course, picked right up on this. She took pride in getting as far away from me and as close to the edge as possible. Here she is up at Bubble Rock.

And here she is down by the edge of the water.

Here she is with about 700 feet of thin air behind her. I tried very hard to let her get to the edge, let her go and smile as she looked back, partly to see how nervous she was making me and partly to see if I was still there.

Sometimes vacations can be growing and turning points. I feel that way with Hels as she prepares to enter her last year at Waldorf School.