Me: “OK. Almost time to go.”
E: “How do we get down?”
Me: “We just walk down, the same way we came up.”
E: “I’m scared.”
Me: “It’ll be fine. Mommy’ll hold your hand. Wave goodbye to the summit.”
E: “Bye-bye! Bye-bye top of the world!”
Enchanted Rock is beautiful, of course, with amazing views from the summit. But this particular excursion was special for me. I think E. felt a real sense of pride that she accomplished something by making her way to the top. With a summit over 400 feet above ground level, Enchanted Rock is pretty imposing, especially for a young child. I did have to carry E. a few times, but for the most part she made the climb on her own two feet.
Climbing the huge rock formation feels a bit like walking on the moon. It’s strange to look down at your feet and see nothing but rock; no dirt, no grass. Just pink rock going on and on in every direction.
E. has certainly felt pride before, about a drawing she’s created or a play-doh sculpture. But this was the first time she’s felt a sense of pride about a physical achievement, the first time that she conquered something. It was just all kinds of fun!
Thank you, Kim, for suggesting Enchanted Rock.