Between the two, Evan is often the one that will complain about how hot, exhausting, uncomfortable or painful any experience is. But this time, the sheer idea of being able to climb to the rim and look into the crater to where we had actually parked our car was enough to motivate him up the endless flights of stairs.
They stopped once, to drink some water but pretty much soldiered all the way up. I recently remarked that our vacation was extremely cushy and comfortable. This, after finding out that a friend of mine had taken his family to trek the Himalayas. Climbing Diamond Head doesn't really rough up our holiday much more but the fact that there was no whining, no dragging their feet and no one asking us to carry them/ piggy back them any distance of the way was enough to unlock a whole new level of achievement. And the looks on their faces, as they looked down and discovered how high up they were from where we started and how far they had trekked, showed that they had surprised themselves as well.
Their reward? Telling them we were most proud of them as well as a big bowl of shaved ice complete with that red, artificial sugar syrup drizzled all over it.