. . . hiked,
. . . rock climbed. (Not really). Kind of a cool picture, though. The rock is only two-feet off the ground.
. . . echoed. (I'm pretty sure that's not a real word, but you get the idea.)
. . . fished.
. . . . roasted s'mores, relaxed, read and enjoyed ourselves immensely.
We came back Sunday, burned, filthy, exhausted but, pleasantly happy.
It ended up being a GREAT getaway and just what we all needed.