People often look at me with a slight look of disbelief when they find out that we drive 45 minutes for a tumbling class. When we moved from the Big City, we kept up many of our regular activities, but one by one, they've fallen away. Except this one. This one is worth driving for.
I snapped some quick photos today while I was making sure Ellery didn't wander off with some stranger. If I'd thought more about it, I probably would have remembered to take a picture of the whole gym. The top photo is about 1/4 of the whole thing.
And somehow I missed taking pictures of the kids diving into the foam block pit, but, omigosh if I could have one of those in my basement, I would do it in heartbeat.