Southern Colorado with a 2 Year Old Part 3

After our adventures at Hermosa Creek, we packed up camp to move to a location outside of Telluride, near Lizard Head Pass. I say WE packed up, as though I had anything to do with it. In reality, my very ambitious spouse packed up camp, while I was riding, amid the protestations of a cranky kid who thought the world was ending when the tent was being put away. By the time they picked me up, the hubs looked a little like he had just survived an attack by dementors. (To be clear, I had advised against the solo pack up plan. He did it anyway. And he rocked it. And he decided against doing it again.)

We settled into our new camp with a spectacular view about an hour and half before dark and managed to tag team a basic camp setup and simple dinner in record time. (I think we’re getting good at this!)

A beautiful spot for dinner. (side note: This Hammock SAVED us. By dinner prep every night Little Mr. No Nap was in a mood for mischief! We found that putting up a hammock bought us a solid 30 minutes of containment and contentment for him so we could make a meal!)

Having done a fair amount of driving around shuttling bikes, people, and stuff so far in our trip we were ready for a low driving day. The map indicated that there was a 2.5 mile (one way) hike to an alpine lake just a few miles up the road.

If hiking fails...try flying! 

These days, hiking with the Little Bear is a juggle between his desire to walk on his own, and our need to make time. He rode for a bit in the backpack, and when we got to the waterfall he hoped out to explore. He happily hiked/ran up the next mile or so under his own power, though the steep grade slowed him down a bit. We finally needed to convince him to get back in the pack. Afternoon monsoons were building and we didn’t want to be stuck at the top of the hike above treeline with lightning coming in. Toddlers, however, are not beings to be reasoned with. One does not simply EXPLAIN to the toddler that getting back in the pack is necessary for safety. So...bribery it is! He is obsessed with these dried apricots we had gotten for the trip, and I’d had the measure out his consumption to avoid...you know...what happens when you eat too many dried apricots. Promising him fistfuls of the orange/brown orbs of sugary goodness did the trick.

My three boys. 

As we climbed closer and closer to the lake, and we edged closer and closer to nap time, I had to keep the snacks coming to avoid catastrophic melt down. When the apricots no longer cut it, we had to up the ante. I have written before about the importance of dum dums in a situation like this (you can read that article HERE) but we managed to be clean out of them at this crucial moment. Rooky mistake! I did, however, find another magical treat hidden in the our Osprey Poco. The marvelous and delicious Larabar Bites! These things are melt in your mouth chocolatey goodness! They are surprisingly not too messy either. This did the trick all the way to the lake, and part or the way back down. (Side note, Little Bear loves the mint chocolate ones, but my friend’s daughter had a very different reaction to them! She found the mint flavor to be “spicy”. There are four different flavors to choose from, so there are options.)

"I do it myself!"

We ate our lunch (by “we” I mostly mean the Papa Bear and I, since our son had recently consumed half his weight in dried fruit and chocolate) atop a ridgeline overlooking the brilliant blue water of Hope Lake. We took some time to romp around the high meadow and explore before needing to head back down.

High alpine flowers in summer are one of my favorite things!

As we descended with the Little Bear on Papa Bear’s back, he conked out for about 45 minutes, his longest nap the whole trip. (Yes...no nap WAS beginning to wear thin. Thanks for asking.) We crossed paths with numerous other friendly hikers, many of whom had loud exclamations about us bringing a two year old on a 5 mile round trip hike in the mountains. No one was negative really, just surprised that we would attempt such a thing, and impressed with the hubby for carrying him in the pack. And...of course people are surprised. Parenting and wrangling a toddler is a challenge even in highly controlled situations. Hiking a steep trail to above tree line elevation (about 11,500 ft) is also a particular challenge. Putting the two together to many people sounds like as much fun as a tooth extraction without anesthesia. But to us, it is all in a day’s adventure. Adventure by definition is not easy. It includes an element of challenge, effort, and expecting the unexpected. Adventuring with a kiddo is just a new angle and different slant on that expectation.

Nap time is nigh and mischief is unfolding. But oh so adorable! 

Its always sad to leave a beautiful spot. 

Can you spot the conked out toddler in the pack? 

The next day we ventured into Telluride to replenish some supplies and taste the gluten free pancakes offered at The Butcher and the Baker. It was a farm chic hipster joint with kind but slow service, a bright and pleasant atmosphere and a predictably astronomic Telluride prices. Thankfully, considering the cost, the blueberry gluten free pancakes didn’t disappoint. If you are big fan of hash browns though, this might not be the place for you. It’s an extra $3 charge to have hashbrowns with your bacon and eggs, and you get about three tablespoons of spuds.

Anyone think this would make a fine vacation home?

From the town of Telluride you can see Bridal Veil Falls cascading over the cliffs. We drove up to the base of the falls for a better view. The huge old house on the cliff inspired imagination of what it might be like to live in such a place listening to crashing water all the time and surveying the valley below.

"Mama! I'm cold! Nuggle me!" Sure thing my love. 

Once we had enough “city” life, we drove up to the town of Ophir easily my favorite little southern Colorado town so far. There is literally nothing there. Just a couple of streets of basic wooden houses clearly occupied by climber/mountain biker/skier dirtbags. Ahh….my idea of a perfect little place. We continued through towards the Ophir pass road and found a hidden little trail next to a creek. We had a surprising and delightful little hike along what appeared to be a locally constructed trail.

Our surprise trail near Ophir. This photo is going down as a top ten fav of my boys. No doubt. 

Our last and final day before packing up to head home Papa Bear and I took turns riding a section of the Galloping Goose Trail. Galloping Goose mostly follows an old mining railroad grade alignment. Tons of interesting old railroad and mining pieces along the route and a number of sweeping vistas. The section we traveled was quite easy from a technical perspective and not terribly steep in most section, so would make a very doable snd beginner friendly out and back instead of a shuttle if you have the time.  

Galloping Goose Trail

Viaduct along the Galloping Goose. 

He's cute when he's showing off. 

That evening we enjoyed our last dinner overlooking the stunning mountain views we had come to love. Until next year Colorado. Until next year.  

While we waited for Papa, we played by the creek. 

"Galloping Oscar" taking a break in the water on our ride. 

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Southern Colorado with a Two Year Old Part 1

Visiting Colorado every summer has been a staple of our family since my husband and I were footloose, childfree, and courting. Our first visit together was in the summer of 2009 when we took 2 weeks (2 whole weeks!) to tour around the south western part of the state. That trip was amazing...and complicated. We brought ALL the toys. Mountain bikes, backpacks, canoe, fly rods, the works. Not to mention two dogs.  

Our sweet old girls. Both gone now. What fun we had that day. 

A pre-marriage, pre-kid, younger and significantly better rested pair of Vikings. 

These days, both work schedules and having a 2 year old means that we only have a week, and we need to be a little more targeted with our activities. But we still have a blast and always leave feeling relaxed and inspired by the incomparable beauty of The San Juan Mountains.

Because we frequently bust out of town on weekend jaunts, our usual getting packed up routine is done in bits and pieces during the evenings and early mornings of the week before, with one final push of stuff gathering, dish washing, and chicken feeding done at the crack of dawn before we leave. While this method works for getting us out frequently on weekend adventures, it can leave us a little frazzled and short tempered before we ever get rolling. This time we made an uncharacteristically sensible and relaxed decision to spend Saturday packing and cleaning rather than make ourselves crazy packing in advance. For two perfectionistic, overcommiters with serious workaholic tendencies, this approach was somewhat revolutionary.

Our first day was spent making time across the high desert of northeastern Arizona to cross through the four corners. This would otherwise have been a somewhat unremarkable day. A drive with a number of lovely views, that we have done a million times before. THIS year, however, we had a new joy to experience. In the week leading up to our trip, our previously reluctant toddler had declared that he wanted to wear big boy underwear! (Of course...because when ELSE would he decide to try that besides three days before a long car trip?...sigh) In any case, we decided we would go ahead and try this “no diaper” business on the drive. I am notorious for excellent hydration habits and a tiny bladder so we figured it would be no big deal. Little did we know that our kid would be the one little boy on planet earth who wants NOTHING to do with peeing outside. Nothing. And the long, hot, dry stretch across the minimally developed Navajo Nation offers few opportunities for toilets. Four hours and 157 attempted pee stops after leaving home we were having visions of him falling asleep and turning our truck into Lake Powell. Thankfully we had brought along some diapers. I would love to tell you it was at this moment that we just switched to diapers the rest of the trip...we were not that clever.

It is a glorious thing when your toddler begins to "read" to himself. Happy, self-entertained traveler! Score!

We made it to Durango in about 67 hours (thanks frequently potty stops!) the last hour and a half of which our little dude was “reading” his books to himself in the backseat. An activity so endearing it kinda of made our hearts hurt. We headed up into the forest above Purgatory (now called Durango Mountain Resort. But I will never call it that...NEVER. It is Purgatory. Period.) and found a sweet little camp with a stream running right through it. The afternoon was spent exploring the verdant green slopes around camp, munching on wild strawberries, learning that not ALL wild berries should be put in our mouths (YIKES!), and throwing pebbles in the stream.

"Look Mama! Strawbabies!" 

One of my goals for the trip had been a mountain bike ride on some of the trails around the city of Durango. I’ve heard much about the riding in the area and hadn’t ever experienced it. The second day, we drove back down into the town to drop me off at the Telegraph Trailhead, while the boys went out on a requisite excursion to Maria’s bookstore and Gardenswartz. For bibliophiles unfamiliar with Maria’s in downtown Durango, it goes on your “must visit” list. It is the kind of cozy, local bookstore that every town wants, but few seem to be able to support. Tall polished wooden bookshelves speckled with the colors of a thousand binding edges. Tables in the center of the space with employee picks, an inviting and colorful children’s section that carries both classic favorites and newer pieces of excellent children’s literature, and a staff that seems to know every book in the store and can point each unique customer to a selection that will delight them. My favorite features of Maria’s by far though, is their extensive section on travel/adventure/and local history. I always seem to find some awe inspiring read (or three). It was here that I found the book Wild Mama during our anniversary trip a few weeks earlier, which could easily be a personal manifesto. A must read for all adventure loving moms. (Full review coming soon)

This trip's adventure read. Thanks for the awesome book Maria's! Moment's later, it suffered an unspeakable fate (keep reading). 

While my boys explored the town and dropped a sum of money roughly equivalent to a semester of in state college tuition at the bookstore, I rode my steel pony up the telegraph trail. It wound it’s way through the flats and up the side of a mesa following, unsurprisingly from the name, an old telegraph pole alignment. The route up the hillside had the typical Colorado fall line approach to trail building. Steep, straight up hill with no contouring, and heavily eroded. The top of the climb had a welcoming spot to eat lunch in the shade overlooking the La Plata Mountains. I descended the seemingly even steeper and more eroded Anasazi Descent and swooped out the banked turns of the Meadows Loop. A delightful introduction to the trails of Durango, though perhaps not the first one I’ll ride next time.

Top of the Telegraph Trail over looking the La Plata Mountains with my Mustache Bike.

That afternoon, I took over the parenting duties while the hubs worked on some “gratuitous building” projects. As a carpenter, he spends his days fixing things that need fixing, or building things to someone else's specifications. Getting to just tinker for the fun of it is rare, and makes him really dang happy. Tag teaming personal projects, is key for keeping both parents fulfilled.  

Leaving this "bridge" as just a couple of rickety logs simply wouldn't do. 

Meanwhile, the Little Bear and I headed out for an afternoon hike from the back of camp. I would love to tell you it was all giggles and wonder in a moss covered fairy land. Sometimes hiking with him is, but that day he had bucked his nap altogether and was exercising his personal independence to a level previously uncharted. Poisonous mushrooms (and trying to put them in his mouth) were the focus of his activities. Being asked not to touch mushrooms in the woods resulted in maniacal laughter and doing exactly what he had been told not to do. Between fear of imminent death-by-toadstool and the fact that his aversion to outdoor bathroom visits had led to wet pants yet again drove us back to camp a bit early.

Is this the face of mischief or what? But darn he's cute is his red "fireman" boots! 

Back at camp, I rummaged through the truck trying to organize a few things before launching into dinner prep. My little one, still not out of steam for mischief, climbed into the front seat and peed all over my brand new book. I. Lost. It. Having invited him to go to the bathroom multiple times and being refused AND having JUST changed wet pants, this was just too much. Steam fumed out my ears, I raised my voice, and had to walk away for a while to cool down. It was the most infuriating combo of parenting failure and what felt like and intentional naughtiness from him. When I finally calmed down, I was able to get the clarity to realize this was honestly all my fault. I could have anticipated that he might want his potty while traveling and packed it. Learning to be in underwear AND learning to go outdoors is a lot for a little person all at once. AND I should have taken the hint from the day before and just let him stay in diapers for the trip. He was clearly uncomfortable with handling bathroom needs outdoors. This was my bad...not his. I apologized for losing my temper and decided that regressing to diapers for the week wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

Slow down, breathe deep. You don't to do everything TODAY. Decide what is most important right now and just do that. 

There was a lesson for life in this mundane and frustrating parenting moment. We can do anything and everything we want in this life, but we can’t do it all at once. He will, we assume, get the hang of no diapers, and I would bet with parents like us he will also get the hang of outdoor bathrooming. But trying to do it all at the same time? A recipe for failure and frustration. This is a lesson I seem to need to learn over and over again. I can have a life with a child, career, adventure, rich friendships, time for my spouse and extended family, volunteer work, a spotless home, plenty of sleep and self care, and homemade gourmet dinners. But is it reasonable to do each and every one of those things every single day in equal measure? No. Of course not. But for a type-a go getter like me, it feels like I should. I can get pretty hard on myself if my unreasonable check list of 35 things doesn’t get done every single day. Breathe. Pick three things that will get the majority of your attention today and do those. Let everything else go. You will get to the other things, but maybe not today.            

Eat, sleep, play. The three things on Oscar's list today. 

Part 2 coming soon!! Stay tuned! 

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Back to Me

Someday, I will untangle all the messy pieces of my thoughts about the struggle of my first two years of parenthood. I'll sort out all the emotions, the whys and hows of postpartum depression that was missed for WAY too long. I'll get it all out in some eloquent way and make sense of it all. Find the thread of the story that makes it meaningful, and not so heartbreaking. 

Summer vacation 2015, 1.75 years into motherhood. Still feeling exhausted, overwhelmed, and struggling to enjoy even things that used to make me happy. It was some point during this trip I began to realize this wasn't normal. That something beyond "new mom overwhelm" was happening. 

But right now I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about the turning point forward. The glorious revival. Everything that comes after the moment when my therapist looked at me and said, "What can you do right now to help you feel more like yourself? To make you feel wild and free like you did before...even if it's just for a few minutes a day?" I want to talk about feeling good. I want to talk about returning to the mountains, Returning to the Wild. Returning to me. 

I want to talk about adventures I've had and adventures to come. I want to talk about making the most of "this one wild and wonderful life". I want to talk about being fully present in my life and how you can find yourself out there too. I want to talk about getting stoked, and spreading it far and wide. Want to get stoked with me? Good! Let's go! 

Summer Vacation 2016, 2.75 years into motherhood. My depression and adrenal fatigue has been getting treated for 8 months now. My experience of our trip this year was 180 degree different. It was joyful, fulfilling, and lovely.  

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