We entered the new year in a tent, in the Colorado wilderness, in below freezing temperatures. Although cold, that wasn’t what kept us awake much of the night. Apparently our toddler had the idea that New Year’s Eve should be an all-night party. In between cat naps, we had conversations about the off-road adventure in the truck, the coyotes we heard yipping close to camp, the fire wood we collected and chopped, and our dog who would eventually join us in the tent because she really was cold. I kept my humor throughout.
In lieu of my usual Friday post of simple things, I thought I’d share a few pictures from our recent trip to Montana. Summer vacations are often spent in Bozeman where I was raised and family still resides. This trip was unique because we didn’t make our usual beeline, but spent a few days on the the front and back end of the trip exploring parts of Wyoming and Montana.
I get giddy this time of year thinking about the camping season ahead. I’ve been camping my whole life, but as an adult my camping adventures didn’t start in earnest until about a dozen years ago when I was a single mom to two kids. I dove in with passion, taking my children on camping trips throughout Colorado, Wyoming, Montana, and as far as Canada, Mexico, and Europe. I know I’m a bit nostalgic about camping with kids, but I think my children would agree that those are the best memories we share.
My camping experiences aren’t limited to the trips I took with my older kids. My husband and I started our relationship seven years ago on a camping and mountain biking trip to Utah. Countless trips and unforgettable memories have followed. We now have a two year-old son who will be starting his second season of camping this summer with a lifetime of adventure ahead of him. Through all these experiences, I’ve learned a few things along the way that can make camping with kids easy, enjoyable, and memorable. I’d love to share my tips with you. Continue reading
It’s strange that I don’t workout at a gym since my husband is a personal trainer by profession. In fact, we met at the first gym he was employed at where coincidentally I was the first client he trained. Going against all professional rules, we fell in love soon after on the trails, mountain biking, skiing, and climbing. Our love has been one of adventure with a sweaty dose of adrenaline. My husband’s motto has always been, “work out so you can get out.”