This morning we took a drive . . .
. . . to our next-door neighbor Rhode Island . . .
. . . to meet our friends the Andersons at the Cliff Walk trail in Newport.
The trail took us past cool Gilded Age mansions . . .
. . and a beach full of cairns stacked by past hikers . . .
. . . but all Joy wanted to do was get off the trail and climb on some rocks. Of course, as soon as she started doing that, all of the other kids wanted to do it too.
Moms: "Um, I don't think letting eight kids climb on a bunch of big, slippery rocks sounds very safe."
Dads: "Sounds fun to me! Let's go!"
Moms (torn between fostering fond family memories and keeping their offspring alive until adulthood): "OK, fine. It's fine. I'm sure everybody will be fine."
And they were.
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