I remember how Dad was afraid of heights. He was particularly afraid of the ladder trail on Newport Mountain. Mom loved to send him photographs of all of us climbing Newport. Wish you were here!

When Jim's father, Glenn, first visited us in Maine, Mom took him hiking in the Black Mountains. Glenn came home and informed me I should warn the uninitiated about my mother. Evidently she had taken him on one of her new cliff trails, the highlight of which was the place where you had to lean over the edge of a cliff, grab onto a tree and let it slowly "glide you down to the ground," as Mom put it.