One of Bean's birthday gifts was a backpack, with the promise that we'd take her on an overnight hiking trip, just the three of us, spending time with our now teenage daughter. We figure we need to enjoy the time with her while she's still excited about weekend trips with her parents. It may not last forever, and there will be bumps along the way, I'm sure, but that's why now is the time to build the good memories.
And this one will go down in the books as a great memory for all of us. About 17 miles of hiking in two days, beautiful scenery all around us, and good times together.
We had to make some last minute changes to our plans because of forest fires in the area of Yosemite we'd wanted to hike, but we found a good alternative that may have been even better for a first backpacking trip. We parked on Tioga Rd, and hiked about 2 miles in to the Yosemite Creek Campground. It wasn't nearly as far as we'd thought we'd be hiking before we set up camp, but we made up for it after we ditched our packs.
The rest of the day was a 12.5 mile hike to the top of Yosemite Falls and back. Easier because we didn't have our big packs, but still a physically challenging day for all of us.
But the landscape was incredible. We hiked through shady, fern covered forests along the creek,
climbed over granite boulders and cliffs (more than we should have because of a few detours we took off the path),
and walked through sandy fields. And we kept reminding this girl of ours that we can do hard things. She was loving it all, in spite of the blisters, and getting a little tired the last couple miles. This girl is strong and determined, and also a talker who really enjoyed having our undivided attention for miles and miles of walking. We heard more than a couple Studio C sketches recited as we walked, along with stories and lots of observations.

The view of the falls and valley from up above was incredible, and terrifying, all at once. I don't know what it is about being up high with my kids, but I just can't do it without feeling sick. I don't really have issues with heights on my own, but even the open upstairs hallway in our old house used to make me feel sick when I was carrying one of the kids. I'm just can't keep the image of them going over the edge out of my mind. So this wasn't totally fun for me, but we got to see it, and rest for a bit, and then started back so we could make it to camp before dark.

Back at camp, we pretty much just wanted to eat and go to bed. All the talk of looking at stars and soaking our feet in the creek was forgotten. I didn't even care too much about dinner, but we did cook up the mac'n'cheese we'd brought, and even made a fire, which was no easy feat with all the damp wood from a rainstorm a couple days before. We didn't last long, though and were all in bed by 8:30. Of course, as soon as we laid down, we saw flickering just outside our tent--the fire, that was so difficult to get started, decided to be equally difficult to put out. The coals reignited twice before it finally went out for the night. And then, just as we were all drifting off, a couple of guys walked into our camp, talking pretty loudly. We're pretty sure they didn't know anyone was there and whether they were going to take firewood, or our actual belongings, we don't know, but when Daddy-o called out from the tent, it startled them and they left quickly. Finally, we got to go to sleep.

The victorious hikers! Second day was pretty easy. We all felt a lot better after a good nights sleep, and only had 2 miles to hike back to the car.
I'm so glad that we made this happen. Having three kids can be loud, hectic, and complicated, but getting to spend time with them one at a time makes it easy to enjoy them. Our Bean is an awesome person--she's strong, funny, creative, passionate, determined, and a million other things that we sometimes lose sight of in the day-to-day rush of life. This weekend, we got to slow down, breathe deeply, soak up some nature, and just enjoy our firstborn child.