Friday, February 1, 2013

My Bitterroot Feat



Being a Mom is difficult. Being a single Mom, that’s even more of a challenge. How can I find the time, energy and the guts to take my kids out doing my most favorite activity ever? Backpacking with 2 kids, now that’s a challenge, single parent or not. But this was a challenge I felt ready to take on and conquer. We had already done a 2-night backpacking trip with some friends in Canyon lands, Utah during the previous spring break. I knew that they were capable of hiking multiple miles as long as we took plenty of rest breaks, and that I gave them lollipops every time we stopped. My son Phoenix, and daughter Coral, were finally old enough during this trip to carry their own packs for the first time. It didn’t take nearly as long researching kid gear as it does for my own gear, and within an hour, with the kids stamp of approval, I ordered the REI Comet for my 9-year old, and the Osprey Jet 18 for my 7-year old. 
Coral and Phoenix 
            

I procrastinated for a month or so in the summer before I finally made set plans for an over night trip with just me and my kids in the majestic Bitterroot Mountains in Western Montana. I choose a trail that would lead us to a small lake to camp next to, with a larger lake named Glen Lake only a short distance from there, thinking that besides the fact of needing a water source, a lake would be a great destination to keep reminding my kids about while they climbed uphill. The hike was a little less than 3 miles from the trailhead to Glen Lake, with a 1,080-foot elevation gain. We have gone on plenty of day hikes, and I have found that my kids can’t go much more than 5 miles a day trekking around mountains without having a complete break-down, so finding Glen lake at a 3 mile hike sounded perfect for my little adventurers.  They were super excited about our upcoming excursion, and to also to use their packs once again.
            We headed out of Missoula towards Victor on an early Tuesday morning in August. We made it to the trailhead around noon, and all three of us were giddy with excitement while we did our final pack inspections. With Phoenix being the youngest, he was carrying the least, and was toting his pajamas, extra socks, his chap stick, a deck of cards, water bottle, mousy (a small stuffed animal mouse that has seen more mountain summits than some adults I know).  He also insisted on carrying all 12 fruit leathers just in case he got hungry, which happens every 45 minutes on the dot. Coral was psyched and very proud of everything she could carry in her pack. She had been practicing at home, stuffing her pack with various snack foods, clothes and toys and walking up and down the stairs. For this trip, she was hoisting her own sleeping bag, sleeping pad, pajamas, extra socks and her watterbottle.
Coral gazing out at the Bitterroots On the Glen Lake Trail. 

Kids playing cards at campsite.
 I helped them buckle their packs and tie their shoes, handed Coral her trekking pole and then heaved my own pack on my back (Here’s a parenting tip: always make sure the kid’s shoes are tied before everyone has their pack on. This will save you ten minutes and a bit of sanity). Coral and Phoenix were already running ahead of me towards the trailhead, and I couldn’t help feeling like the luckiest Mom in the world. I was literally beaming with pride. Now, I’m not going say that the hike went off without a hitch, because that would be an outright lie. While doing different outdoor activities with my kids over the years, I have learned the #1 rule in parenting outdoorsy kiddos, and that’s to not push them over their limits. It’s not worth it on so many levels, one reason being stuck in the middle of no where with a kid who is laying down on a trail, kicking and screaming that they hated this trip and that they wanted to go home. I’ve been there, and learned my lesson. We have a rule that was put in place the 2 years prior while hiking up to a fire lookout in the same area; when the trail starts to get steep, stop and take a breather at every other switch back. And that’s what we did for the last mile. It may have taken an hour longer than I expected, but we had no other place to be. This is exactly where we were supposed to be, and all 3 of us arrived at Glen Lake in high spirits and with huge grins. For the rest of afternoon and evening, we splashed around in the lake, collected firewood, ate hotdogs and marshmallows (best dinner ever!), and played the card game war until dusk.

After I doused the fire with water, and lay down next to my kids in our blackdiamond mega mid, I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself.  I wasn’t letting being by myself keep me from sharing these special moments with them. To be completely honest, we were helping each other with the task of being, and staying strong to do stuff like this, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Enjoying marshmallows, and each other. 


        



Friday, January 25, 2013

inspiration on a whim

I just recently found out, more like remembered, that I created this blog in April of 2009. I honestly only have a small recollection of even doing this. What I think happened was that I must have had a real strong creative moment, and then just as quick as it came, it fled my mind (as it often does). I easily get inspired, and easily get distracted. My life is a whirlwind of school, work, children, and finding enough time in between all that to feed my inner   explorer so I don't go completely bonkers. 
The reason why I'm now just starting to write is because I finished a winter-session class 2 days ago that put a lot of things in perspective for me. It was called Ethnographic field methods, and this class has made me think about a lot of things with different kinds of ethnographies, particularly peoples memoirs, and the various ways we all hang on to our own history.