You may have noticed from the pictures I’ve been sharing lately, that we were lucky to spend a good chunk of time camping in the desert this spring. Our biggest trip was to Moab, but there were several others scattered in here and there, as well. It’s been wonderful; days filled with exploring our campsite, trails around us — both new and familiar, and looking and listening for signs of nature all around us.
Our go-to campground of neatly ordered, paid spots, in close proximity to pit toilets was completely full — probably even over filled, so we explored a newer dirt road, just outside the campground, where there was “dispersed” camping. I’m using quotes, because there was nothing that I would consider dispersed about camping within a 10′ radius of your neighbors.
It’s amazing how packed not to mention impacted camping spots have gotten lately. Not sure if the secret is just out, if there has been an exponential growth in the camping market in the past 18 months, or if there is something else going on, but that’s a story for another day…
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One more picture from last week’s hut trip – skiing out with the little man.
Despite a few meltdowns, (mostly from being super tired or hungry, after too many adventures and not enough daily routine) the little man remains one of my favorite traveling partners.
I know, I know.
The word alone brings up memories of scratchy, ill-fitting sweaters made by your Aunt Dot, then there’s all the special washing instructions, and one spin in the dryer can turn your adorable toddler sized pants into doll sized, ruining an expensive investment. So, why do I think they’re worth it?
So many reasons…
A couple of weeks ago, I went on a girl’s weekend to Steamboat Springs. A girl’s weekend, with my little sidekick.
The little man has come along on so many adventures, that my girlfriends weren’t phased to have him along. We’ve taken him on multiple 5+ hour cross-country ski adventures, hikes, camping trips, and runs that we were all excited to just spend time together. I was especially excited that one of the girls was training for a marathon and happy to push the jogger and carry the baby backpack. That was heavenly.
So, after a morning run to stretch our legs and some biking for the little guy, we decided to hike up to the top of the gondola. Two hours later — smack dab in the middle of our normally scheduled nap time — we arrived at our destination. The difference I’m finding between babies and toddlers, is babies (mine, at least) fall asleep anywhere. Toddlers, not so much.
We had a great hike up. It was a few miles, with about 2,000′ elevation gain, and took us about 2 hours. We contemplated turning around, because of the little man but decided to push through. He slept for only 20 – 30 minutes. He had been fussy at the beginning of the trip, probably because he was tired, and woke up thoroughly unimpressed to still be in the backpack, but fortunately we were in sight of the gondola by that point. Getting out to run around, people watch, have a snack (cookies! a rare treat), and the promise of a gondola ride down made his experience much better.
Mama Lessons Learned from this trip:
- Bring a potty, when traveling with a potty-training-toddler. (Whoops! We got lots of practice on the big potty.)
- My toddler doesn’t sleep in the backpack anymore. Even when I bring a pillow.
- At Steamboat you have to pay to ride the gondola up, but not to ride it down!