After a wonderful week at nature camp, my granddaughter Stasia decided that, yes, hiking in the woods was back to being more than OK, so when I suggested that perhaps we just might consider going for a trek today and she could pick out the venue, she responded with a nod towards our old favorite, Lantern Hill. We had, happily enough, our usual great time, and she charged upslope with her typical energy. There were, also happily enough, numerous stops to answer an array of "what is that?" questions that included the likely identities of grasshoppers that blended into rocks, which pine trees had how many needles, and what kind of butterfly was clinging to that oak—answers: not sure; three means pitch pine; and Mourning Cloak. There were also pauses to watch Turkey Vultures fly overhead and be harassed by Ravens, as well as breaks to drink water and down Goldfish. On the steep downhill run, there was an intermission for what just might be Stasia's most beloved activity: jumping off of rocks. This requires an almost operatic preparation, complete with countdowns and deep breathing before that epic launch into the summer air.