Walking sticks in hand and supplies on our back, we started down. My boy gripped my hand the whole descent, switching to the inside with each zig-zag switchback. Nervous but determined. Excited yet unsure. He carefully navigated each boulder and rock and drop off looking only at his feet.
The black sand beach contrasted with the lush green cliff sides and we felt a million miles from everything.
I should have remembered how well he did hiking the volcano when he was barely 4) Before we knew it, we were back at the top. Well ok, he was back at the top WAY before me. But with all that little boy energy he kept scrambling part way back down to me to tell me to hurry up, then ascent again, then back again... oh if we could bottle it and sell it!