OK, so I was dragging my feet. Every now and then, A. would say, “When do you want to go camping again?” and I’d change the subject to what should we have for dinner, or, “Look! Look at the big cat wandering through our backyard!”
The first time we took C. camping was on the Appalachian Trail in Maryland. It was September, and C. was nine months old. We hiked two miles along a creek deep into the woods. I held C. on my chest and a few other “essentials” on my back and A. carried everything else: tent, sleeping bags, sleeping pads, food (he had back spasms the next day). When we came to a suitable campsite, I nursed C. against a log while the mosquitoes buzzed and nipped at me and A. ran off to filter water from a nearby stream.
It was humid and I was exhausted. And I still cherished sleep like a queen cherishes her jewels.
Then, when I laid C. down in a tent within a tent and I said, “Good night,” he freaked the hell out. He was full-on panicking with his fire-alarm cry like, “Um, EXCUSE ME? I’m sleeping WHERE?” So we got him up and sat around a warm fire and smelled the pines and watched the flames dance and spooned him some beans until we all laid down in the tent together.
In the middle of the night, I heard a growl that sounded like a big cat. I nabbed a hysterical C. — now panicking myself — and whispered loudly to A. “Did you hear that?” and A. mumbled something in his half-sleep about how it was probably a bird and I actually believed him and relaxed. But C. was now sleeping with me and kept rolling off the mat and I spent the whole night making sure we didn’t squish him.
Here is a photo after we hiked out — my smile reflects relief that the three of us were alive:
So, I have to say that I’m pretty awesome for agreeing to go again not even a year later.
On Saturday, we drove to Sequoia along twisting roads, parked and loaded up our packs. We hiked a mile in and C. ran around picking up sticks while we set up camp. A. fired up the jet-boil and we ate a dinner of lentils, cous-cous and long-grain-and-wild rice on a huge platform rock and watched the sun set. And then we all went to bed together, around 8 p.m. We read C. “Harry the Dirty Dog” and told him he was sleeping next to mama and papa and isn’t this fun? C. was wired — he was singing and standing up and saying, “Woah!” and babbling and making us laugh.
This time, C. fell asleep with his little head on my sleeping bag, my cheek squished against the top of his head and his body cradled like a C against mine. And oh my god, I love sleeping next to this sweet little guy who would wake up now and then and look at me and smile and lay his head back down.
We got up with the sun and C. was happy and we ate oatmeal with dates and honey-roasted almonds and took down camp and went to find the majestic Sequoias before the crowds arrived.
And I felt relaxed and more than relieved — I was happy. We did it and C. loved it.
So next time A. asks, “When do you want to go camping again?” I expect I’ll say: “Let’s pick a weekend!”
Here are a few tips for camping with a toddler:
- Bring something you know know he/she likes to eat. I’m so happy we had two peanut butter sandwiches — one for the evening and one for the morning — that filled up C.’s belly because he wasn’t interested in the oatmeal.
- Don’t forget the winter hats. Even if you don’t think it will be cold, they pack well and it’s worth it if you need them.
- Bring one more diaper than you think you’ll need.
- Tell the toddler well in advance that you’re going to camp and sleep in a tent with mama and papa for one night. I think this helped take away the surprise factor.
- Bring a water filter. Carrying water and a toddler and, well, everything else, is too much and you might end up breaking your backs.
- Get a sleeping bag for the little one. We had C. in a fleece sleep sack on his own sleeping pad and he was fine, but I would have gotten more sleep (i.e. worried less) if he was in an actual sleeping bag. We plan to buy one for him before our next trip.
- Relax and enjoy! Losing one night of sleep isn’t the end of the world — and finding adventures is soul-charging. At least, it is for me.
6 responses to “camping with a toddler: how we survived (and some tips)”
Looks awesome! I’m surprised you could pull it off with a little one. I guess it is all in the preparation.
We didn’t go camping with our boys until they were 4, but it was wonderful, so much more fun — and yes, relaxing — than I expected it to be. We’re looking forward to doing more of it this summer. And there are lots of great places to camp not too far from Ridgecrest!
Yay! It was great fun, I’m looking forward to exploring Mono Lake, etc. There are amazing places near Boulder, too — enjoy, enjoy!
We have been camping and hiking with our lil’ guy since he was a few months old. Great tips! Happy camping!
You read “Harry the Dirty Dog” to him.
Yes! It was a great suggestion. C. loves it. And he also loves Giraffes Can’t Dance. I knew I could count on you, Joe!