I think the biggest factor was that feeling of simply moving through a landscape at a pace dictated by me. Not the weight in my pack or how fast the kids were moving or what the trail was like or how much my legs ached. If I wanted to run, I ran.
A bouldering trip to Portland. (No, not that one)
A place where Mum can get inspired, the kids can be kids, and Dad can go hiking
An introduction to the stars of Just Up The Trail
Our first outdoor climbing experience on REAL rock
What do you do if it snows on the Island and you don’t have a sled. Improvise.
Alright, it wasn’t the most adventurous day we’ve had but any day in the hills count. Right?
A tea-time microadventure on a cold, dark and foggy January evening.