This boy. My first Son.
We took a trip a few weeks ago down to Florence, OR. We brought just enough to camp for two evenings with another Dad and his two boys, but separate sites.
Trevor and I did everything together for three days. It was cold and wet and our feet were very sore every evening. Rain coats and boots all day, as it rained nearly the entire time.
There was a break on day two where events were open and Trevor said he wanted to do the rock wall. He's never done this before, let alone a wall 4 stories high.
He crushed it three times, three different routes. The last time he came down he didn't say anything for a moment. He put on his stuff and we went down toward another event where he could try to start his own fire with a cotton ball, flint and steel (which he also did successfully, in wet weather).
When he finally spoke, he stopped me and told me he was very afraid of the wall and how high it was, but he wanted to prove to himself he could do it.
I was not that brave when I was 10.
