I can’t shake this part of myself – this yearning desire, this need, for a personal connection with the outdoors. And as my little one grows up, I feel opportunity returning. Which is why it’s so hard when things fall through.
My first kid-free foray into the backcountry taught me plenty about myself and the importance of disconnecting, no matter what life demands of us.
The terrain was getting steeper, blockier and trickier to navigate – the kind of terrain I thrive in. I like to use my hands. I like to solve problems. I […]
Prior to our last trip I read as much as I could about other parents who travelled abroad with a baby. I’m now convinced that the ones who inspired me the most probably had a different kind of baby with them. These parents managed to make things look easy, spending six months or even a year away from home on adventurous expeditions or bouncing around like they were backpackers fresh out of high school. Either they left their real challenges out of the picture or they had miracle babies who slept anywhere, anytime.
I wish I’d had a more accurate picture of what adventurous travel as a young family really looks like before embarking on the last trip. Frankly, I wish I could have read posts like the ones on this website, which is what has motivated me to keep writing.