The three of us set off about 4:00 with our friends to climb Canfield. It had rained that morning and the clouds threatened both further rain and fantastic light. Little Bug rode in the backpack which I had foolishly weighed down with half a gallon of water and a bunch of warm clothes.
Lindsey and I take Little Bug backpacking in the Alpine Lakes Wilderness with friends.
After a summer of training, including practice camping, hiking, and backpacking with the Little Bug, we set off for the Enchantments last Tuesday night. Continue reading “Our Enchantments Backpacking Trip”
Adventures with babies possess different rewards than I suspected they might.
As spring waxed on, Lindsey and I grew increasingly more determined to get in some climbing. One particular week, we decided we would go that Thursday. The weather looked bleak and we had no free time but that was the only day which could work. We called up our friends and committed. When I left work for home, the weather was reasonable. I scrambled to make some dinner and hastily threw our climbing gear into a bag before Lindsey got home. We hurried out the door, doubtless forgetting a dozen things.
Upon arriving at the crag, Lindsey decided to hike in before feeding Little Bug. However, not about to let us get on the trail that easily, Little Bug produced a “stinker” of a diaper. Mid-change, my mountaineer friends passed by. “What are you guys up to today?” one asked. I could only laugh and shake my head as I looked at our climbing gear packed in next to our half-changed daughter lying in the back of the car. Eventually, we hiked in, arriving at the wall with about an hour of daylight to go. We were there!
We joined our friends and I led an easy warm up route for us to jump on. From the top of the route, I could see a storm blowing in from the west. Back on the ground, one of our friends completed the climb before raindrops began to fall. I took Little Bug and encouraged Lindsey to climb the route.
As she climbed higher, the rain began to fall in earnest. With no raingear packed, Little Bug and I snuggled under an overhanging route. She began to cry as Lindsey hurried to complete just one route before we had to leave. It’s easy to imagine this being a tough day in our memory.
I started to sing to Little Bug and to dance her around under the shelter of the rock. Looking out, I could see the sun again on the far side of the storm. The rain continued to fall as Lindsey and our friends scrambled to pack the gear But in our own little dry world, Little Bug and I danced through the storm. We smiled at each other and locked that moment away in our memories.
We finally draw an Enchantments permit…do we bring Little Bug?
Before she came along, I imagined hiking with Little Bug would resemble the first legs of Bilbo Baggins’ journey with the dwarves. But as Mr. Tolkien pointed out, “Adventures are not all pony-rides in May-sunshine.” Continue reading “Umbrellas are for Babies”
We rose with the sun. Well, Lindsey and I did. Little Bug stayed snug in her bassinet after a morning snack.
Lindsey and I bustled around camp (the house) preparing our gear for the day’s adventure. Lindsey would be attempting a tough new route: Returning to Work. I was attempting my own solo project: my first attempt at Daddy-Daughter Day. Continue reading “Little Bug and Daddy: Adventure #1”
Our baby joined us last week; now I feel as though the moniker AlpineDad rings a bit more accurately. As it turns out, parenting shares many facets with adventuring: preparation, action, and exhaustion. Continue reading “The Adventure Begins”