I didn't have a lot of luck getting my granddaughter to hike with me on this visit. We made it up and down Mount Major, which was something at least. It certainly meant a lot to me, if not her. I did however have much better luck with getting her up on the climbing courses at Monkey Trunks where she proved to be fearless and managed to outlast me by a good margin. I took these pictures as we progressed from Mini Monkey to King Kong and then on to the jungle, each course and each obstacle increasing in difficulty as we went along.
She had a ball, and even fell in the jungle, producing a nice rope burn on the inside of her biceps which she didn't even tell me about. I saw it later as we were swimming at Chocorua Lake. When I asked her horrified, "What happened?" she said, "It happened when I fell. It doesn't hurt." Doesn't hurt my ass, I've had rope burns before. She let me put first aid cream on even though it "doesn't hurt".
Well, I found something she really enjoys. Apparently she's more of a mountaineer than a hiker. I hope I can get her interested in rock climbing from here. At least I know I have a bargaining chip now. "Oh, so you want to go to Monkey Trunks? OK, first you have to hike so and so with me!"