Sunday, September 23, 2012

Keeping Warm

I have taken Boo hiking in the snow in sneakers and jeans. And I’ve carried her back inside and picked ice off her socks, too. I don’t recommend it. 

Keep an eye on your little kid. They’re not as good at recognizing when they’re cold if they’re having fun. I’ve had good luck with “Are your toes (fingers, ears) a little cold or a lot cold?” Lips will turn purplish, hands will be tucked next to legs, noses and ears will be cold to the touch. 

Obviously, dress appropriately. Boots, snowpants, hat, mittens, coat as warm as you are wearing. Remember that their shoes and legs are shorter than yours. When tennis shoes or low boots are fine for an adult, your kid may need boots and snowpants. 


Did you mother tell you “If your feet are cold put a hat on”? Do it. A nice wool hat will work wonders for winter hiking ability. It can be really hard to keep kids in a hat, so make sure it’s one that fits and suits your kid’s sense of style. We’ve had the best luck with bright yellow with eyes and a ducky beak. (As with everything, bright colors make it easier to keep track of when it’s flung into the woods.) If the hat is refused, occasionally offer it again, reminding them that it will keep them warm. 

Hats Off

Kids run with their hands out, they touch snow, they fall and catch themselves in icy puddles. Put mittens on at the beginning of any hike where you will eventually put your hands in your pockets. 

Yesterday, we were out riding bikes. It was sunny and 50-55F. And windy. The kids’ fingers were frozen. A good windbreaker or raincoat can do wonders in windy conditions. 

Sometimes she’ll get whiny about the cold more because she’s bored or tired or hungry. Then those issues need to be addressed or whining about cold will continue no matter how warm she is. 

Snack Time

When she’s too cold (our poor planning), a shoulder ride or piggy-back shares some adult body heat. If that’s not enough, I have her cling to my front and wrap her into my coat. It’s resulted in mud in odd places of my wardrobe, but it’s a good way to share warmth and get her out of the wind. 

Muddy Family

Thirty-One Pound Pack

Carry spare socks and mittens. Dry shoes and a change of clothes in the car is never a bad idea, either. Your kid needs to be allowed to get wet, snowy, muddy. It’ll be easier on you if you know they won’t freeze on the way home and you can take them out in public if necessary. 

Is That how Snowpants are Supposed to Work?
What does Boo think is good to keep warm? “Mittens, coat, jacket, boots. Pockets on your pants. Or a poncho. “
How do you keep your kids warm?

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Siloam Springs

April 7-8, 2012

We’d been planning a shake-out hike with our Duluth backpacking crew for a while. It came down to Easter weekend at Siloam Springs. Lee and I had gone there last fall for my birthday. As a destination, it had several important features: we could drive there before the kids went critical in the car; the entire backpacking loop was 4 miles, which both kids could do; it had enough small interesting things to keep the kids occupied while being interesting enough for the adults. On the flip side, there was no water at the site. The weather was supposed to be high 60s during the day, 40 at night. A bit chilly for a little one perhaps. It wasn’t a huge destination hike, but it was perfect for our needs. 

Saturday we meet at 7:30. Three adult Ospreys, one “big” kid Osprey, and Boo’s little REI Sprig went into the Explorer’s trunk. I squeezed between the booster seats and officiated “I spy” and “are we there yet?” for 2.5 hours. 

Boo’s zip-offs, which were over 3” too long when we got them in December, just needed a roll at the waist to keep them off the ground. Her pack contained 17 oz of water in a bladder with tube, whistle, Z-bar, bike gloves, field guide pamphlets, 

We arrived, paid for a site (from the car campground hosts), and picked up trail “maps” from the office. J kept looking for the scale on the map so he knew how far things were, but there wasn’t one. It may not have even been to scale. Luckily, it’s pretty easy to not get lost. We parked by the west trailhead, took a pit stop, ate a snack (very important to feed the kids before hitting the trail), and we were off. 

We walked along the road to the eastern trailhead, and the kids eagerly perused the trailhead map. The east trailhead starts with a long hill. It’s not that steep, but it is long. Boo and J alternated running and stopping to look at sticks. We lost D only a few yards in to a flower he didn’t recognize. Nor was it in our “flowers of Illinois” pamphlet. Take a (few dozen) picture(s), look it up later. Boo found and discarded several hiking sticks. D stopped to take pictures of every dogwood we passed. The kids hike very erratically, stopping often, sprinting often, stopping to poke at things. Lee and I just stayed with the group, and we traveled like a well-oiled herd of cats. 

Checking the Map

Near the end of the hill, Boo and J found something. “Hey, come look at this!” “What is it?” “I don’t know! It looks gross!” They had found a dried out morel mushroom. It looked like it had escaped from a mushroomer earlier. I was lamenting the loss when D came up. “That’s salvageable. It won’t be perfect, but it’ll perk up enough to eat if we soak it.” It was tucked into a mesh pocket on Boo’s bag.

The spring beauties and mayapples were blooming at the same time. It’s been a weird spring that way. D really wanted a picture of both. So we walked past a patch of mayapples he found ideal for his picture-taking purposes. “I’m going to have to drop my pack and be a real wildflower photographer here.” We all knew he was going to lay down in the dirt. As a good friend, I immediately got my camera ready. He set up his shot, I crouched down and tried to get a nicely composed shot of my own. I shifted… and fell over, turtled up by my pack. At this point, one can either curse and get mad, or laugh. I was already in a good mood. I laughed. He turned, saw me, and took a picture. 

Wildflower Hunter

We met a few mushroom hunters. Boo especially wanted to talk to all of them, and show off our poor shriveled mushroom. 

The kids were tired after the hill. J wasn’t used to his pack and was asking to stop for lunch every log or flat spot. I was walking with him at the back and finally told him that he could mention a spot once, and no more. We were looking for a lunch spot and he would have to be patient. As we fell farther and farther behind, and he complained more about how heavy his pack was, I took his 2 almost-full water bottles from his pack. With that weight reduction, we caught up and kept up to the rest of the group, and a few minutes later found a good stopping place. 

Coming around a curve along the top of a ridge, the view opened up over a steep hillside, with a stream and fields at the bottom. Just off the trail was a large log, perfect for a Lee and Boo to sit on to eat their lunch.

Lunch Time
Boo ate a hard-boiled egg while I made tuna pitas for the two adults. J and D had packed themselves sandwiches. Turns out a packet of tuna is about 2 pitas worth, not 1, so we had some leftovers. Tuna pita, hard-boiled egg, some root veggie strings (what are they called?), and we were off. We might have lingered, but it was just exposed enough for a chilly breeze, and when the clouds started blocking some sun, it was time to keep moving or start digging for more layers. We moved.

After lunch, the kids had a lot more energy. We clambered down a rocky track to the soggy lowlands. Up in the hill we could see small cliffs and overhangs. We hiked through some mucky areas, and hopped a few rivulets. After a bit we came to the ruins of a stone building. A doorframe was still standing, but most of the other walls had fallen down. The whole park used to be a mineral springs resort thing.
After that, there was a shorter hill, but still tough for the kids. After lunch is not their best time. The trail flattened briefly, turned, and opened up to the fire lane. 

When Lee and I had been there last fall, the fire lane was very freshly bulldozed. Now, winter weather and spring vegetation had softened it into a boulevard of a trail, but more trail than construction zone. The kids were reaching the end of their lunch perk up, and the trail was still gently climbing. Boo held our hands and got a tow up. 

And then, “I see it! That white sign up ahead, that’s the campground!” The kids ran. After a pit stop, we carefully perused all four campsites and picked site 4. We shed our packs at the picnic table and started lazily clearing sticks from our chosen tent sites. “Did you feel that?” “A rain drop?” “…. Maybe….” The tent pitching took on some intensity. Not much, as it was barely raining, but we stopped dawdling.
Tents pitched, we tried to get Boo to rest. She was having nothing to do with it. Lee and I laid down, Boo escaped. The Krauses were being quiet in their tent. Boo sat quietly at the picnic table in the drizzle while we all rested. 

Nap Time

After the drizzle let up, we all emerged, had a snack, and took a hike. Because, well, why not? We explored down another trail, and got down to the river that borders the park. We discussed various ways to cross the river. Do we make a zip line? Do we take a boat across to build a bridge? Do we shoot a line across with a bow and arrow? Do we bring the goat or the fox or the chicken? After that rather interesting discussion, Boo declared she was too tired to continue and wanted to go back to camp. I said I’d take her, and before we’d gone ten steps, J was coming with us. DvA and Lee kept walking, and the kids and I walked back to camp.

The kids both whined a little going back up the hill, but I got them looking for navigation information points (blazes, signs, things that look familiar) and interesting things. J had been reading his survival guide during our nap time, and I had him tell me about what he’d read. Apparently the first chapter is “How to get un-lost”. “OK, what do you do if you get lost?” “…. Um, there’s a lot… it’s kinda complicated.” While that can be true, you are 8 and you need to remember the basic steps first. “Boo, what do you do if you are lost?” “Sit down or hug a tree, blow on your whistle three times.” J admitted that his book had said that, but a lot more stuff too. I was surprised that she remembered the “three whistles”, as I’d mentioned it once to J that morning. We do teach her and have her practice staying put and blowing her whistle, but we don’t expect her to remember it if she actually feels lost yet. 

And they both sprinted back to camp. J was excited to use his pocket knife to whittle. He’d had a whittling workshop with Cub Scouts where they carved on soap, but he hadn’t done any or much actual whittling on sticks. He had gotten permission to whittle with supervision, and I said OK. We reviewed the safety rules, and he remembered them all with just a little prompting. Boo was constantly wheedling for a snack until I hung the food. There are no bears, but it keeps the food out of reach of raccoons, other critters, and my kid.

Then he and Boo collected pinecones. They decided to pile them in the fire ring. Then they decided to gather sticks “for the fire”. I told them I didn’t think we were going to have a fire. They said they’d gather sticks anyway, just in case. And if we didn’t have a fire, it would be ready for the next people. Then Lee and DvA arrived. “Huh, looks like we’re having a fire tonight.” There were a couple very excited kids. They brought pine needles for tinder, and went increasingly farther afield in search of sticks. Luckily for them, the backpacking sites don’t seem to have very high usage so there are lots of good fire sticks around. 

Once the fire was going well, the adults started dinner. We use a Trangia Mini. This trip was our first with a GSI Dualist pot. We eat out of Squishy Bowls. DvA has a new canister alcohol stove of some sort. It has a reflector base. Lee wants one. I cleared a spot on the ground for our stove, and realized that we had to resize the windscreen for the new pot. So I folded the tinfoil down to fit under the pot handle. Lee cooked. The new pot has a strainer lid, so as the water boiled steam came out only on one side. It was pretty neat.

Steaming Lid!

Dinner was tasty. The soup was a lot soupier than Lee usually makes, but it hit the spot on a rapidly cooling evening. Boo didn’t eat as much as we were expecting, but she doesn’t eat as big a dinner as other meals, so we didn’t worry about it. D fried up the morel for dessert, though both kids declined. More for the adults! 

Mushroomy Dessert

We didn’t even try to get Boo to sleep before dusk. We had decided last fall that, since Boo always ends up in Lee’s sleeping bag anyway, and since we got new bags that zip together, we’d just stick her with us. She’ll be warm, it’s where she ends up anyway, and it’s less weight and expense than bringing her a bag. So I snuggled her up. She was wiggly and chatty. Typical over-tired. I may have fallen asleep before she did. 

“Birch. Birch, wake up.” “Unh.” “Will you take her potty?” “Unh? Oh, OK.”  I take her out of the tent, and she’s crying. “Shh, baby, shhhh.” She doesn’t calm down or wake up or stop whatever is making her cry as much as I was expecting. She must be tired and not happy to be out of routine. Or else cold, I’m pretty chilly. Mission accomplished, I snuggle back in, already more asleep than awake.

 “Birch. Birch, is the ibuprofen hung in the tree or can you get it?” I am suddenly a lot more awake. “She has a fever.” Luckily, the ibuprofen was in the tent, not in a tree. Lee works on calming her back to sleep while my mind crafts ever-more-improbable scenarios. When I’ve gotten to the worst-case I can think of, I finally sleep.

Dawn broke beautiful and chilly. The sun streaming through the pines took my breath away. I took the opportunity to play Easter Bunny, and hid 4 token eggs around the camp. Even having had ibuprofen a few hours earlier, Boo still had a fever (though she was doing better than in the night). So I started getting breakfast ready, while Boo and J found eggs. (And J only had 3 eggs to Boo’s 4…. Oops)

Look! The Easter Bunny Did Find Us!

As usual we made Boo’s breakfast first. A packet of oatmeal, a cup of cocoa, a squeeze-pack of applesauce and the contents of her Easter Eggs.  And she barely ate any.


Lee and I had oatmeal with nuts, dried fruit, and chia seeds. Tea for Lee, coffee for me.

As we ate, Lee and I discussed our options. We felt that she probably could walk out. But we don’t want her first backpacking overnight to be a miserable death march. And she would get whiny. So we packed up my bag early and quickly (wet tent and all), and I hit the trail while the rest of them broke camp at a more reasonable pace. I could only do this because the trails are pretty straightforward, and I’d done this trail before. (I have not had to develop great navigational skills.) I went down to the truck fast. Once there, I grabbed a last big swig of water, took my fanny pack and the belt from my pack, and headed right back up the trail as fast as I could go. 

I got up most of the hill and about half the distance to camp before I spotted DvA coming around a bend. Boo’s trudging along holding Lee’s hand, looking miserable. Lee reports that Boo has been OK holding Lee’s or DvA’s hand, but had started to get whiny. She’s used to riding piggy-back (it’s the only way I can carry her anymore), so I knelt down and got her on my back. Then I carefully strapped my pack belt under her bottom and over my shortribs. Her legs were inside the belt over my hips. This would probably have been sufficient, except I was not convinced she wasn’t going to fall asleep. So the belt of the fanny pack went under both our armpits. That way she could relax, enjoy the ride as best she could, even sleep if she wanted. Once she was settled, I didn’t worry about leaving anyone behind. At 37 pounds, she’s significantly heavier than my pack, and the belt around my ribs got uncomfortable quickly. It was better than carrying her in my arms or on my shoulders, but it wasn’t anything I could do for hours on end. 

Sick Girl Rescue

When we got to the car, I fed her some nibbles from the trail mix out of my pack. The rest of the crew arrived shortly, and we headed home. Boo missed three days of school. But she wanted to go backpacking again. Win. 

At the End of the Trail
What was your first overnight like?

Sunday, September 9, 2012


Boo always loved being outdoors. She loved picking up sticks, looking at bugs, running, as soon as she was capable. I wasn’t worried about creating a love of the outdoors, I just needed to permit it to grow.

Stewardship was another matter. Why do we stay on the trail? Why do we carry our trash to garbage cans? Why don’t we pick interesting plants? Why can’t we keep collected rocks, sticks, fallen leaves? 

“If everyone did it, there would be no park” is a really really vague concept for adults, much less a little kid. 

We started collecting garbage. 

I already carried a couple small garbage bags for diapers. When she was toddling along, she was very good at spying the bright colors of non-natural things, and she loved to pick them up and give them to me. So we collected trash. And she kept collecting even after being completely potty trained, and now she reminds me to bring a small garbage bag when we hike. 

Pulling garlic mustard
Or is it just an excuse to go off-trail?
When Boo was 2-years-old, I took her to her first garlic mustard work day. She pulled about three plants then took Grandma Mary and Grandma And hiking and got them lost. 

Garlic Mustard Work Day

Last year I took her out and we pulled most of a garbage bag full. In the rain. She could recognize the garlic mustard that was still in flower, and worked steadily. She was so proud of herself when we deposited our bag in the dumpster. She was helping her park. 

Pulling Garlic Mustard

This year we missed the official work day by getting Lee ready for 2 weeks in Japan. But Boo and I went to the park later and the docent desk had garlic mustard. Boo of course knew what it was, and asked for a leaf to eat. We discussed that it was an invasive, and what that meant. She wheedled a smaller garbage bag out of the park staff, I took a couple super garbage bags, and we hit the trails. Boo felt strongly that she wanted to pull heading uphill. To the point where I told her we were pulling weeds, not climbing the hills off-trail. But we pulled 2 big bags full, and she did a good portion of it. It was really funny listening to her talk. In discussing invasive weeds, she decided that the best way to describe them was “Bad Guys of the Forest”. 

In The Bag

When we visited Grandma Sharon and Grandpa Brad’s cabin in northern MN this summer, they borrowed a paddle boat from a different lake. She asked why we had to wash it so thoroughly. We explained it was like garlic mustard. She grabbed the hose and was awesome quality control.  

Washing the Boat
How do you teach your kids to take care of the natural world?