My father loved the outdoors. He hunted, fished, hiked part of the Appalachian Trail. He raised a small herd of cattle – for fun. He gave my mother really practical gifts – like a horse. He loved anything outside and I loved doing any of those things with him. Unfortunately, my father died unexpectedly when I was almost eight years old. My mother was then busy trying to keep our little family going. Except for the occasional Girl Scout camping trip, outdoor hobbies fell by the wayside.
My husband loves the outdoors as well. He hunts, fishes, hikes, backpacks. I love tagging along with him. When we lived in Texas, our hiking opportunities were limited to our vacations. All of those trips were day hikes. I’ve never backpacked. That’s not to say I haven’t gone on long hikes. I once blew out a knee going 12 miles on our first day of hiking in Banff. Apparently my knee (which had suffered previous injuries when I danced on the high school drill team) thought 10 miles was plenty. So all that to say, although I really like the idea of being outdoorsy, I’m very much a novice that really likes to sleep in her own comfy bed at night.
Then we move to Alaska. We buy a pop-up camper. My husband buys a raft. A really, really big, blue, inflatable raft. We don’t have a trailer for the raft, so we have to disassemble it to transport it. The raft is deflated and rolled up and put in the back of Todd’s SUV. The frame is put on top of his SUV. The camper is pulled behind the SUV. We look like the Beverly Hillbillies going down the road.
I find myself slightly irritated. I have to get three kids plus myself packed for camping and rafting. In Alaska, you don’t just throw on your swimsuit and life jacket to raft. You have to have many layers of warm clothes and rain gear and boots. Then I have to shop for the camping trip, figuring out what we’re going to feed our family on the trip. In other words, it’s a lot of work for me.
But here’s the thing, our kids ADORE camping and rafting. They squeal with delight when we tell them we’re going. We’re building family memories that they can look back on long after Todd and I are gone. And if I’m honest, once we’re out there, I love it too.
What a wonderful experience y’all are having. The kids will forever remember this time!!! Enjoy it!