I’m here on the last day of 2015 and I made it. That is the important thing. We are on the edge, ready to dive into another year, and one glance at the calendar tells me it will be nothing short of adventurous. For now, let’s take a glance backwards at the past year and the posts that made it into the Top 10 here on AdventurousParents.com.
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.
If you’re a new parent, the thought of taking your baby camping might seem pretty far-fetched. But if it’s something you love to do you may be tempted to give it a shot. Break them in early, right? I figured that the earlier we took our little one out, the better. If I didn’t try, I’d never know, and I might get too comfortable with the idea that it would be too hard. So, this past week my husband and I packed up our sleeping bags and ventured into the great unknown: sharing a tent with a 10-week-old baby.