My parents are crazy hiking people. They love to go as far as they can, in just their hiking boots and camera. Yesterday, as we standing along the rim of a thousand mile drop to crater lake, they would find a "path" that didn't exist, just beyond the security gates, just above the freefall point and take a picture or two. "It's fine, Reese, c'mon." Uh, huh, ok. I'm glad that I brought my xanax with me on the trip. It's not that this isn't anything I'm not used to, as they always were this way when I was growing up, but I'm older, more knowledgeable about news stories where people have done stupid climbs and fallen and died, and I have higher rates of anxiety. They haven't changed; I have.

p.s. Wen, you're daughter is fine. :)