At 9-10 years old, hiking to the 'H' Rock was the ultimate unsupervised adventure. My friend Ludeen and I set out from 21th South and 23rd East at 9:00 AM, armed only with a canteen and an old leather flask. I’d never let my kids do this today, but back then, it was pure magic.
After a grueling uphill trek and a terrifying encounter with a massive, hand-sized black bug, we finally made it to the base of the rock. We were too tired to climb to the top, but the downhill walk home felt like a victory lap. Looking back, it was our first real taste of independence.
At 9-10 years old, hiking to the 'H' Rock was the ultimate unsupervised adventure. My friend Ludeen and I set out from 21th South and 23rd East at 9:00 AM, armed only with a canteen and an old leather flask. I’d never let my kids do this today, but back then, it was pure magic.
After a grueling uphill trek and a terrifying encounter with a massive, hand-sized black bug, we finally made it to the base of the rock. We were too tired to climb to the top, but the downhill walk home felt like a victory lap. Looking back, it was our first real taste of independence.
