To the R

"R", he told me, "is for Rachel, my sister."
"It is for Ridge, too, I Reminded him, "and we are going much faRther than the R, way beyond that one up ahead."
The view was gReat, but the tRail was a lot haRder than it looked.
He was into rock, rock-star, and rocket by the time he pRoudly pointed out where we had Recently Returned fRom.
It was a happy boy who aRRived back to the 'civilized woRld.'
"TRuck"
"TRuckin'?"
"No Weh-soong-mo, we'Re hiking"
"Ri-i-i-ght!"