Desperately needing exercise and fresh air after wrestling with bunk beds late into the afternoon, we took a family walk down to the beach. To get there, we walked down a path through a dark forest, to a darker part of the forest on a cliff, down to the beach. Dwayne dropped the headlamp we packed when he twisted his ankle, so we were off to a pretty good start for us.
The kids are full of energy as we start down the road.
Once we repelled the last few feet down the rock [you think I’m kidding, don’t you?], we got to this:
We gave the kids ten minutes before we had to run back home in the near dark. Wesley used his time on the rope swing, and Kyla and Piper splashed around the tiny stream that cuts down through a cliff of sand. Dwayne took a stick and wrote “Daddy 
This is the sort of family time I love and feel like we hardly ever take.
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