We used our new baby backpack for the first time on Friday and it was awesome.
We were with S. (who left yesterday, sniff) and decided to try some random trails not too far from home.
A. hoisted C. (and his cheeks and belly — all 24 pounds of him) on his back.
We marched toward Owens Peak, well in the distance, along a dirt road taking photos and chatting.
An hour in, we heard a car ripping up the narrow dirt road, kicking up dust. “Woah,” A. said, and we all scrambled to jump into the shrubs, afraid the driver wouldn’t see us around the bend. The jeep stopped hard, and we stood looking at each other, dumbfounded.
“Sorry about that,” a gray-bearded man rolled down his window and asked where we were headed. Turns out, he lives 1/4 mile up, on a farm with four yipping dogs and a donkey, off the grid.
His farm was where we turned around. Shortly after, we came to a “V” in the road and got confused (yes, all three of us). We unintentionally took the path we didn’t take up, but we thought we could find our way anyway. I was anxious — it was getting cold and dark and C. was whining (turns out, he lost a shoe and none of us noticed his little toes were frozen).
When we finally saw our car, it went like this:
[Points, jumps up and down.]
“There it is! There’s our car!”
“Oh, thank god.”
“Yeah! We did it!”
We blasted the heat and stopped in Inyokern for Mexican food, all smiles.
It was so fun to be out on a 2-hour hike for the first time since well before C. was born. I can’t wait to go again. We’ll have to get as many hikes in as we can before the little man adds more pounds to his cheeks, belly and ankles.