For a year now I have been watching a trend emerging from outdoor and adventure media sources, and that is stories that focus on women doing extraordinary things while they are pregnant. I found myself starting to get tired of it, and wanted to pinpoint why.
When the snow began to fall here in the Canadian Rockies, I immediately started to think about what I could do outdoors with my baby girl. Whatever we did, she’d have to be able to ride on me or in a sled or Chariot. I would also have to able to keep her warm. While I would be working up a sweat walking, cross-country skiing or snowshoeing, she’d be sitting still and getting cold.
I have deeply missed the peace and quiet of the harder-to-reach places, the joys of getting there, of spending the night out away from civilization and recharging my system. I know it’s all worth it, and I would never have wanted to endanger myself or the mini adventurer by venturing too far way, so here’s how I’ve coped with my backcountry-less winter.