speaking of Fall...

I took Laurel (age 7) for a hike up to Lake Clara on Sunday. The trail head is adjacent to the parking lot at Mission Ridge. It was a perfect length hike (3.5 miles), with not too much elevation gain for a pumpkin her size.  She's such a great little hiking partner. It's a treat to have her along. 

 

Sometimes I feel inadequate as a field guide. I even feel a little foolish, like "Is it really safe to be out here alone, with my child, roaming about the wilderness, with no cell phone service, and in the company of wild beastsShould I be carrying a gun or a whistle or something?" (You have to read this book!)  I wish I could identify mushrooms, cloud formations, weather patterns, trees, and tell her which berries are safe to eat. I can't exactly. So we just walk together and soak in the surroundings. 

We chat about things like the difference between a squirrel and a chipmunk. I ask her questions like "If we stay to the left at every fork in the trail on the way up, which way would we go at every fork on the way back?" We guess our direction by the position of the sun, and have fun estimating our elevation gain using mapmyhike

At some point we usually make a wrong turn and have to backtrack. (I was not born with a sense of direction. It is literally missing from my DNA.) It is for these types of setbacks that I usually tuck some candy in my pocket. Sour Mentos can really help you rally if you are 7. Or 35. Note to self: always bring sugar to ward off a mid-hike slump.  

It's all about being together, and being outside. Perfect combination. And, I'm learning along the way too. I may eventually give Bear Grylls a run for his money.  (You can totally see me feasting on a completely raw/bloody chunk of wild game that I killed with a slingshot fashioned from my ponytail holder and some random sticks. Right? Um probably no.) 

Autumn really is pretty. Seeing the chairlifts made me excited for ski season, and taking in the scenery with Laurel Bird made it all the better. 

Hurry up to Lake Clara before the snow blankets the trail!  

what I CAN give

Icicle Ridge Trail and Barn Beach: 

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The kids and I played outside all weekend-- hiking, trips to the river, picnics, and more. We enjoyed beautiful weather and we are rolling into this new week with sunburns, windburns, scraped knees, and tired legs. Sometimes I need to remind myself that although I can't give my children everything I'd like them to have... fresh air, wide open spaces, and plenty of free time, actually go a long way in fostering wonderful childhood memories. I can do that.

 

she woke me up

This morning at 6:22am I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder and a small voice telling me that she was sorry for using my camera without asking, but that she knew I wouldn't want to miss seeing the sunrise. I did not take these photos. Emma did.  (I did not edit them either.)

 It was sweet that she thought of me. I love it that she was going slow enough to notice the sky. I'm glad she took the risk of capturing it. It's affirming to know that she sees me pouring myself into things that I enjoy. I'm thankful she recognizes that beauty is for beholding. 

I know it's hard mamas, but make time for yourself. Do things that you love. Your kids are watching you. Trust me when I say that I'm just now beginning to see what a gift it is that we're giving them. 

Just look at that sunrise.