Today, Theo asked me to take him on a adventure.  (He’s 3.)  So I took him to the Gorge Bridge for the first time.  This is a kid who tried valiantly to charge headfirst into the raging Pacific in San Francisco, so I shouldn’t have been surprised at what transpired…

He couldn’t get enough of the bridge rattling and shaking when the semi-trucks came whizzing by.  Most people practically crap their pants on this bridge, 600 ft above the Rio Grande, and I get a bit nervous myself.  Not Theo.  I suspect we’re in for a wild ride when he gets older.