Behind every wild child you’re likely to find equally wild parents.
Greg and I are celebrating our third anniversary this week. The core of this family for me begins with him.
A life led wildly also began for me with him. I think it’s important to acknowledge that the unbounded love I feel for West, rests on the foundation of the exhilarating, admiration-filled, adventure that is my relationship with Greg.
This post is about that. No words on crying kids or ways to carry kids or what to pack for kids here!
More specifically it’s about this one outdoor epic summer many moons ago, when Greg and I first got together. That summer we were both unemployed. If you can arrange to be unemployed with your partner, I highly recommend it. Jobs are so constraining.
We went to Portugal, Moab, Capitol Reef, the Tetons, Yellowstone, and Telluride. We drank port, hiked in slot canyons so narrow you had to turn sideways and hope, danced at Telluride Bluegrass Festival, and hiked 22 glorious miles in a day through astounding Teton terrain.
That hike (Paintbrush Canyon Loop) might have sealed the deal for me with Greg. It represented everything I love about the way we travel and adventure. One of us gets a wild hair and says something crazy – like what if we connect this valley to that valley? And then lo and behold – we do it and at the end of the day, we have really good beer or wine waiting for us at camp.
That hike goes down in history as one of my top five favorites of all time, Paintbrush Canyon to Cascade Canyon. We embraced the task of having nothing to do but walk all day and sat surrounded by flowers at high alpine lakes and took in the views on stunning passes.
We hadn’t planned to do the hike originally, but travel with Greg is like that. We lay good plans and make even better pivots when intuition or circumstance tells us to do so.
Life with Greg is one of constant curiosity and discovery. For me, it all starts there and continues with West. We feed our wild, in order to nurture his.
