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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Climbing at the Hideaway
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Christine Swint’s poems have appeared in Calyx, Birmingham Poetry Review, Slant, a Journal of Poetry, Tampa Review, Heron Tree, Ekphrasis, and others. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best New Poets, and she has won first place prizes from the Georgia Poetry Society and Agnes Scott College. Her first collection, Swimming This, was published in 2015 by FutureCycle Press. She teaches first-year composition at a metro-Atlanta university and writes about poetry, art, hiking, and yoga at Balanced on the Edge, https://balancedonedge.blog Twitter @christine_swint View all posts by Christine
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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