He’s Ba-a-ack.
Our son just returned from a several-week rock-climbing haj to Yosemite and Needles. He’s enviably tan and slim, but it’s good to see him, nonetheless. His heat-shield is glowing a bit from the friction of re-entry to civilization, but this should have been dispersed a bit during a stopover in LA before the drive back to Seattle. I’m anxious to see more of his pictures. They’re easier to look at when he’s sitting in the room with us instead of dangling over some unfathomable abyss.
