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Ezra and I decided that we needed a little bit of adventure in our lives, so we decided to don the climbing boots and scale to the very top of Hobart's infamous Tasman Bridge!


Henry was invited, but at the last minute decided that he had to urgently wash his hair instead.


The risk of dirty hair did not deter Brave Little Explorer #2™ though, as he intrepidly waltzed across all 1,395 metres (that's four thousand, five hundred and seventy six feet for anyone still trapped in the nineteenth century). Indeed, here he is looking down without a care from the highest point (60.5 metres), only disappointed by the fact that there was nobody to spit upon...

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Roddy said…
He didn't want to twinkle over the edge?
I thought all young boys liked to hang out at such great height.
Priyanka Khot said…
Kris, I'm amazed that you take such small children on such adventures. Maybe because, I'm yet to meet a set of similarly adventurous Indian parents. Kudos!

Glad Ez enjoys the climbs! He looks so big!

Loads of love to the brothers.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, no. Henry was not at all keen.

Priyanka, we have to fill the time somehow!

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