As other weekend warriors can attest, you’ve got to work hard to play hard. And as other mountain mamas and adventuring families might agree, just because a little one joins the crew, doesn’t mean your explorations should slow down. In fact, I’m a firm believer that when a family grows (by a four-legger or 2-legger), the opportunity and hunger for adventure should grow, too.
I met my life partner before I knew what he would mean to me. A decade later, I married my best friend. And five years after that, two became three and a family is we (as they say…). And our little family unit hasn’t slowed down (from our little guy’s womb-time to birth – my “due date” trout can attest to that!) and we don’t intend to. And though we aren’t really the type to celebrate “holidays” like mother’s or father’s day, it just so happened that what would be Sam’s first Father’s Day was spent hovering somewhere between 11,000 and 12,000 feet with a couple crazy cattle dogs and the best little adventurerer we know...here’s the recap: