A few weeks ago, we took a spontaneous trip to Stone Mountain, GA with some friends.
The boys are still talking about the high ropes course they were able to conquer.
Frick and BP were on the ones really high off the ground (better them than me…)
and Frack stuck to the ones a little lower to the ground.
Frick continued his desire for thrills at a birthday party that had a zip line:
While Frick was getting hooked up to the harness, Frack was pacing. He was very nervous about his brother being zipped 12 feet up in the air:
This is Frick zipping past me too quickly for a picture.
I wouldn’t have guessed that Frick was my daredevil. My money has been on Frack all these years, but it seems I was wrong.