Finished my first little hike with Madelyn today. It went pretty good, considering she is three-years-old and at no time during the journey was there a Treehouse break.
Basically a hike can be summed up as thus:
First 1/4 of the hike, “slow down.”
Last 3/4 of the hike, “hurry the FUCK up.”
We made out way to Mount Douglas Park, but instead of going up the hill, we walked down to the ocean. I dunno what it is with people, but the ocean… rocks… people need to throw them.
Madelyn bee-lines straight for the shoreline and gets hucking. Water spilling over her gumboots, everything soaking wet. I have fantasies of me going all Hasselhoff and Baywatching it into the sea to drag her out. She is a rock throwing machine. When I finally used our picnic food to drag her away some UVic kids wandered down. And they too made a straight line to the shore and started hucking rocks. Funny how that is.
If there is any advice I can bestow after just one little hike it is this; bring snacks. I am pretty sure another Mom told me that, but it works. In my little half sack I packed the trail-mix with the smarties, pepperoni, apple and water. Mads loved the rustic snacking on the shoreline, sitting on a piece of driftwood.
Our day ended with a trip downtown. I have had a mad lust for the Smashing Pumpkins‘ Siamese Dream album. Coral is at the Sasquatch Festival and Madelyn is doing back-to-back sleepovers and during my down time, I actually get to put on a record and just sit for a moment. I had a lot of stress balled up over the past little while, but today during my hike and just now before blogging it evaporated. I could actually feel it unwinding during a few stretches of hide-and-seek in the forest. It was kinda scary actually. Like a reverse panic attack? odd… but ultimately a good feeling.
I can’t wait to free up my Saturday nights (its in the plans for after wedding season) and actually take more than an afternoon to hike and sit.
Go with yourself.





