The Climbing Rock – some kids grow up with a favorite climbing tree, but in my family it was a climbing rock. Big enough to seem like a mountain, small enough that parents could let us have our fun. Were we scouts studying the distant trail, or spies trading secrets with our cousins? Or just hanging out reading a book and sucking on teaberries. Life can be so good. This rock, shown late in the day and in the year, is a feast of hand holds. Traces of moss cling to the damp sides, and the sheen of wetness makes it a bit more dangerous. Be careful!