We drove to a bouldering spot near Amherst, MA yesterday. The boys climbed, my husband and I spotted. The only minor mishap was when I teetered off a stone into some black mud.
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Glad you guys were able to salvage the rest of your trip. Was this taken before the broken nose? Your oldest son looks a lot like you Christine. Tell everyone I said hello. Have a great day.
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Were you balanced on the edge again, Christine? Ha! Ha! Sorry…I couldn’t help that one. It sucks to fall in the mud. But it looks like a great time. Your sons are very handsome. Miss you!
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