Hiking & Backpacking

Transitions: Our last long-distance hike

 

Carys and I have been back from Wales for a week now; we hiked about 90 miles and 18,000′ of elevation gain over 9 days on the Pembrokeshire Coast Path.  I’ll post more detail about what we did and saw in the near future but for now I just want to reflect on the transition in front of us.

It was a good trip, but a hard one.  Carys is more keen to walk herself than she’s ever been before, but when she says “walk” she actually means “meander at a snail’s pace stopping to look at every flower, snail, and rock.”  Entirely developmentally appropriately for a toddler, but difficult to cover 8-10 miles a day at that pace, especially on a cliff-top hike where wind was often a factor.

kalaulau trail hike baby

 

And she talked almost incessantly.  At times it was awesome – like when she pointed out butterflies and birds and fell absolutely in love with lighthouses and I was able to show her seals barking at each other on a beach hundreds of feet below us.  But at times it got pretty annoying: “Blackberry bush.  Blackberry bush.  Blackberry bush.  Blackberry bush.”  “Baby Bear, Baby Bear again” (meaning she wanted me to recite the book Baby Bear, Baby Bear, What Do You See from memory literally 10+ times a day).  There were times when I wanted to say “Could we please just not talk for five whole minutes?” but I didn’t bother because I knew she wouldn’t understand.  I got better over the course of the trip at timing my snacks so I’d be well-fed over the period when I’d typically eat lunch because that’s when she’d nap, and I really needed that time to hike in peace rather than sitting waiting for her to wake up.

One day she fell asleep 10 minutes before the end of a hike, which was at a beach where I’d anticipated she could get some good play time.  I got the pack off on a park bench and waited for her to finish her nap, which she did after an hour – but she awoke in tears, as she sometimes does, and couldn’t be consoled.  She ended up falling asleep again in my arms as I sat on that uncomfortable bench – for the next ninety minutes.

 

deuter napping

 

As my back got more and more twisted and my ass got more and more sore I reflected on the fact that it was more difficult than it’s ever been to balance Carys’ needs with mine on this trip, and I realized it was likely the last of these kind of long-distance hikes where I carry her.  Even with a baggage company transporting the majority of our luggage from one B&B to the next I was still carrying around 40lbs of our day gear – 26lbs of Carys, plus backpack, water, food, full rain gear, diapers…I think the weight contributed to some kind of nerve problem in my left foot which was quite painful for the majority of the hike.  By next summer she’s going to be unmanageably heavy for me so I think the long-distance trips are now a thing of the past.  Even our local evening and weekend hikes will likely wind up over the next couple of months as Carys starts full-time preschool in September (its own very large transition, about which I am highly ambivalent; more to come on that in the future…).

 

point reyes hike baby

 

There are a lot of transitions involved in having a kid, and I find I’m not always that good at them.  In the olden days (pre-baby) there were few big shifts in my life – the last major ones probably happened in late 2010 when Alvin and I got married and then bought our house.  While I love our home I was very cognizant of the doors I was closing by opening this one – it’s likely we will never spend lengthy periods of time living in other countries, for example.  It took me a while to accept that that pipe dream would probably go unrealized.  But after that we pretty much meandered through life with the largest transitions being the ones between ski and bike seasons.

And now when my friends have babies (as a couple of them have over the last month) I find myself mourning those days in the beginning when I could stuff Carys in the front pack and hike as far as I liked.  But then I slap myself in the face and remind myself just how hard those days really were, when I would snap at Alvin as he walked in the door “I don’t care how stressful your work day was or how bad your commute was, it’s your turn,” as I shoved Carys at him.  So maybe it wasn’t really easier, but in some ways I sure remember it that way.

But hiking was my savior.  Our savior.  It got me out of the house on a daily basis, and some exercise when I didn’t have anyone to leave her with.  In the long period when she was trying to drop her third nap but wasn’t really ready, the only way she would take it was in the backpack.  She’s learned so much about the natural world already (she can distinguish between moss and lichen, between seagulls and crows, and she can tell when blackberries are ready to eat).

 

dingle way hike

 

Carys is growing up into an awesome little lady and I know there are amazing adventures in our future (Nanny Meg tells me that when they went to the park yesterday Carys got into a toy car, closed the door, and announced “Going on adventure!”), but practically speaking I’m not sure what they will be until she can walk in a straight line for more than a mile.  Or sit in a kayak for several hours.  Or ride a bike.

Maybe the next adventure will be a solo one for me – which would be exciting and refreshing in its own way.  But right now, thinking about that is making me more than a little sad.

 

10th mountain hike baby

 

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5 Comments

  • Reply
    Micah
    July 26, 2016 at 12:40 pm

    An electric bike might be just what the doctor ordered. You don’t have to purchase one of course, but it could be a great way to cover a bunch of ground next summer and still get some semblance of a workout, and carry plenty of gear. (You can always set the electric assist the the lowest setting). Plus, it would certainly perk Alvin’s interest! Check out this video for a little inspiration. Shot by the Wave Rave snowboard shop crew in Mammoth. They did a trip up Tioga Pass with kids, gear, and boards for a little late season snowboarding before the pass was open to cars. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLTuQcLLFKA
    Possible destinations that come to mind are French Alps, Dolomites, Switzerland (Bike paths and lanes everywhere), Austria, Croatia, Corsica

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      Jen
      July 26, 2016 at 12:47 pm

      Yeah, I’ve been thinking about an Xtracycle. England actually has a lot of long-distance bike paths as well. I wouldn’t want to be on the roads for any long stretch of time, especially not going up mountain passes in the Alps. Perhaps the scenery going by a bit faster would keep Carys entertained better than the backpack? Otherwise she’s still going to want to get out and explore, and she’s not really old enough to hang onto the back while riding a skateboard (although I don’t doubt Curren could do it).

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    Micah
    July 26, 2016 at 12:59 pm

    I’m thinking Xtracycle or Yuba Spicy Curry. Alvin says the Xtracycle is the way to go, but of course it would be, it’s $1000 more. You’d definitely need to make lots of kid pit stops to explore and burn off energy. We should look into it.

    Maybe we can do a group trip? Those cargo bikes could carry kids and gear. We could do a test run on rentals in mammoth. Maybe combo it with some camping?

    For a european group adventure you could even rent a car or camper van to use as a “Team car” to carry gear and act as a blocker on the road. Rotate drivers to keep it fun.

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      statestravelle
      July 26, 2016 at 1:10 pm

      That actually does sound fun. And the Team Car could carry any kids unwilling to be carried on the bikes.

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    Marian
    July 27, 2016 at 4:02 am

    Wales sounded like a wonderful trip! As usual you worked through the manipulations with Carys in stellar form! What a wonderful way to show the world to her! Can already see your wheels turning to resolve this next issue!!

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