I feared that the little one was not born to be wild and that we were imposing our way of travelling on her. As it turned out, my fear was baseless and our trip was a great experience for all three of us. I’d love to share some findings of how we approached different aspects of the trip to make it a success.
Seven years ago I met a couple camping on the island of Tortola, in the British Virgin Islands, with their three-year-old. It sparked the idea that as parents we could venture off the beaten track with our kids – something I hadn’t really encountered personally before. That spark of an idea has come to fruition in our own journey as parents. Here’s that story.
You can look at it as comical, a “learning experience”, or just downright frustrating. No matter who you look at it, it seems we’ve reached one of the toughest stages as an outdoor family: getting out in winter conditions with a 22-month-old. If Maya’s favourite phrases these days are any indication (I do it. I walk. I don’t want to. No.), we’ve gotten about as far as the curb in front of our house and the “adventure” is already over.
This past weekend, Maya and I were seeking refuge from a cold day in Jasper by tucking into the Parks Canada Visitor’s Centre. Endless whining-turned-crying suggested her feet were cold. No wonder: she had kicked off her winter boots and had only her socks to break the cold wind. Beyond finding warmth for us, my mission there was to find a phone because my cell had just died two seconds after texting my husband: I need help. Will call a taxi if I don’t hear back in 10 minutes. Poor guy had no idea what I was referring to and, like any loving father, reverted to near-panic mode.