Eric and I keep separate blogs on this site. We have our own verbal autonomy. He doesn't speak for me. I don't speak for him, and we never know when the other may write a post. I was tickled pink when he finally wrote a post about the backpacking he has been doing with Cora and the trips he has planned for the whole family.
Last month I flew out to Texas for the funeral of my friend's amazing daughter. While I was gone Eric had both girls to himself and time off of work so I could attend.
He took the girls camping.
We are most likely stuck on land for 2-3 more years.
That is okay.
While we are here we will go into the woods as much as we can.
Image via The Wheat Field on Etsy
My most vivid memories from childhood, the good memories that is, are from trips to the National Parks, playing and being outdoors, camping, kayaking, fishing, snowcaving, sledding, cross-country skiing, and climbing.
Arizona, 1983 (check out the pants on my brother, Rich!)
Mount Rushmore, 1985
Old Faithful, 1985
Chena Lake, Alaska 1986
Gold panning, Nome Creek, Alaska 1986
BBQing at 20 below, Fairbanks, Alaska 1987
Sixth grade camp, somewhere near Eagle River, Alaska, 1991
One of the horrible things about being abused by a parent is that you still love them. They are intrinsically woven into the very fiber of your being. My father taught me about and took me into the wilderness.
We searched for crashed WWII airplanes and we plowed through swarms of mosquitoes so thick you could clench your fist in front of your face and then open your palm to expose a poof of dead insects inside. He fell into devil's club. We cleared trails. I made a trap for rabbit, we skinned it, and we made into stew,in the dead of winter. It was delicious. I've been charged by a moose. My entire 5th grade class chased a black bear up a tree.
For my first week of my freshman year of high school, I walked to each class, a stranger in a strange land, with one eye swollen shut from mosquito bites acquired from our last camping trip. Looking like that really did great things for my social life, let me tell you...
Once you taste the wilderness, you never can let it go.
Wildcat Canyon, Californa 2003
Sierras, Middle Palisades, John Muir Wilderness, California 2004
Tahquitz, California 2005
Taos, New Mexico 2009
Two Harbors, Catalina Island, California 2010
I post these pictures of my outdoor adventures with great hope. Hope that my daughters will experience the freedom of the outdoors. That they'll gain the same confidence and skills to explore the wild as I have.
I am grateful. Grateful to men who are good fathers and who take their children out to sleep under the stars.
Lyra, Eric, Cora, Wes, Gray, Miles, Cuyamaca, California 2014
Frankie, Auggie, Cora, and Eric - headed to Kennedy Meadows, Californa 2015
I can feel the girls' excitement. Its joyful intoxication makes me want to go, go, go OUTSIDE.
I'm lucky. I'm lucky I married a man who values what I value.
I hope that our love for adventure is catching.
Cuyamaca, California 2014
Cora and Lyra, when you read this one day, know that by land or by sea, the world is yours and is waiting for you to go explore.
Muertos Cove, Baja California Sur, Mexico 2013