Just One More and It Rocks

I was looking through our photos for inspiration tonight and came across this black and white shot of Jack that Roger took on a trip to Moab in 2005.

I love that I married a photographer.

This may or may not have been taken the same trip we hiked to Delicate Arch, which involves a moderately strenuous three-mile roundtrip trail.

Jack was a trooper at the start, but it wasn't quite enough. He was carrying a plastic sword with him (he always, always, always has something in his hand or in his pocket just in case). When the adventure became too much, he cradled the sword, knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and wearily said, "I can't go on much longer."

But he responded to bribes persevered and we did--eventually--make it to the top.