Cool Mountain Air

Piper hiked to her first waterfall today. It was a little more than a mile up an incline. She was brave and tough the whole way. Every step came with a new challenge.

“Mom, can I run ahead?”

“Yes, with your Sissy or a cousin.”

“Mom, can I climb the rocks, too?”

“They’re slippery. Be careful.”

Then came the big one.

“I don’t want to just look at it,” Piper said. “I want to go in the waterfall!”

Of course you do. But it’s dangerous. And I’m scared you’ll get hurt. “Promise you’ll hold my hand?” I compromised, taking her hand in mine. I held on tight, but not too tight.

Together, with the help of an aunt, an uncle, and four cousins, we took Piper down to the base of this:

When we reached the pools of clear water, Piper peeled off her shoes and socks and went in. “Ah! Cool mountain water!” she yelled over the rush of the falls. She sounded like a commercial for the tourism board. She splashed with delight. She dipped her feet deeper. Then she stuck her head in.

As we climbed out of the waterfall, Piper was pretty proud of herself. So was I. She stopped at the base of the mountain and took a deep breath. “Ah! Cool mountain air!” she proclaimed. And it was.