We were blessed on the mountain because kindness was everywhere. Over the weekend, we hiked Mt. Beacon with a group of people from a local organization. Unfortunately, even though we started off strong, we just kept getting further behind even after the don’t leave a hiker behind speech. But, I guess they might have figured being the only mom with thirty plus pounds on my back, I would have given up. I actually carry two packs when my daughter doesn’t walk.

This includes, the same pack for the last couple years my husband got me at a yard sale and then I attach a second book-bag to that for storage. The fanny pack goes on the front and my camera over my neck. I use a carabiner to hang my water off my strap in the front. It isn’t too comfy, but duct tape and all, we make it work.

So I was grateful when my daughter got down to race the hike leader up the never ending switch-backing staircase. Distracted by a very steep off shoot, the rest of the hikers went by and we became last. She did make summit one and two on her own to feet with very little pack time up.

Beyond Mt. Beacon is the fire tower summit. We heard the group talking about how some were going to try to get there too. Of course, that became our goal too. They did whole, thing, so would we.

However, what was also completely awesome was the amount of kindness we met on the trail by total strangers that day even though we were left behind by the main group.

First there was all the encouragement and kind words. We had so many random people cheering us on. They kept pushing us further and further up the mountain.  Trust me, there were times when she was on my back that I wanted to say screw it and turn a around. At times, Abby looked at me and wanted to give up and we just kept going.

Through everyone’s encouragement and awesome words, we not only made it summit one, but we also made it to summit two. We even climbed to the top of the firetower and I am deathly afraid of heights. I wanted to show my daughter that we could do this and what made it more special was it was take your daughter on a hike day. So, we made sure to post lots of pictures and even a cheesy video we created together to hopefully pay it forward and inspire woman everywhere because I found it fascinating that on a very busy trail, and five hours out there, we didn’t see one other mother and young daughter team hiking. We saw dad’s and no mom’s with young children.

My almost three year old daughter’s inspiration was all the kind dog’s on the trail. She kept hiking to get to more dogs at the summit. Some of the dog’s would seriously keep looking back to make sure she was alright. Fitting since I think my daughter thinks she’s a wolf.

Kindness abounded even more throughout this trip like the lady that offered us water and wanted to make sure we were hydrated.

Another time, the realization hit that I dropped my pole and the terrain was too rugged without it. My daughter headed back to look for it. A random man said he had seen it about a hundred yards back and told us to wait. His friend volunteered to get it for us.  The same person helped me latch my pack to the fire tower so it didn’t blow off the mountain.

Second was the lady that gave us correct directions. She was from original group and told us she got away from the group too and the original directions were wrong, adding an extra mile to her trip. So thank you to that lady. We didn’t need an extra mile! My daughter told me which trail to take and I was like nope, I think we still stay on red. I asked someone, and yes, Abby was correct.

Next, there was the person on the way down that got my daughter’s soft blanket from my pack for me so she would have something to nap with on way down the trail.

I remember the awesome lady also on descent as I was struggling because my pack was slipping below my butt from my daughter’s dead weight as she slept. She stopped and cinched every strap on my pack and it fits better than it ever has and I was able to safely navigate back down the mountain.

I had some random guy grab my daughters boot that had fallen off and actually put it back on her foot.

Lastly, at the end we had a woman race my daughter near the finish line and that made the end that much more important for my child. I am sure I am forgetting some people, but these were the once that stuck out in my mind. I also apologize to the very nice guy next to me that thought I fell.  It was just easier to slide he thought I fell.

The most fitting thing was the kindness rock sculpture. It fit into the theme so well. You could take a rock that meant something to you or leave a rock for someone else. I didn’t even think about taking a rock. I kind of wish I had now. But, my daughter did leave a rock. So maybe someone will get our kindness rock!

This was a great hike, beautiful day and held so much meaning. So much kindness on the trail on take your daughter on a hike day! Can’t wait for next adventure.

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UPDATE: We attempted and made it up Mount Beacon a little over a year later in the winter. We really didn’t see too many people. However, the ones we saw were super friendly again and of course, Abby made another dog friend! Read cool tips on how to winter hike with kids

Sometimes it’s not about the goal-It’s what you take from it. This is something, my highly competitive self came face to face with this week. I had set out to hike our biggest and most challenging summit yet only to fall 700 ft or 1.3 miles from the summit. It bothers me. It really does. But, the mountain didn’t want us to complete our goal. Not that day. You have to respect the mountain and listen to it because a situation can change in a heartbeat. For us, it came in the form of rain. But, the adventure and experience that my little girl especially had, will last a lifetime.

The Hike Begins with one goal in mind …

We started the hike from the Woodland Valley Campground in upstate NY. The land of zero reception. However, my GPS still worked! We had spent the night at the campground after meeting a local girl and her daughter at a park and ride near our house. She drove us up to the campsite and we site shared. I know her from local family hiking groups on Facebook. So she wasn’t a total stranger. So that morning, we grabbed our gear I had pre-packed the night before (besides the food as it was in the car-bear country), and said our goodbyes and headed to the trailhead.

At the beginning of the hike, we went up some stairs, did a mommy-daughter bathroom relief break and hiked until we found the logbook. You know it will be a serious hike when you have to sign in the ” in case of emergency” book. But, it is good to sign no matter how experienced you are at hiking. Again, the mountains are unpredictable. Then we started the ascent.

It was just up, up, up and more up with the occasional, up and over a fallen tree or through some downed branches. We were averaging a mile and hour which is terrible. But, with a 2.5-year-old, there is a lot of slow walking with 27 pounds plus the pack on that averaging 35 pounds total on your back. Then occasionally, she wants to get down and walk. She walks a pretty good pace. However, she still needs to be watched closely and can get distracted. Oh, and the snack/potty breaks too. 

Time to rejoice?

So I finally make it to a small level section and was rejoicing. Then my heart sank. The trail turned to the left and just dropped. It felt like all my hard work was in the toilet. I wanted to cry. But, I pushed forward and went down a fairly steep ascent. Child on the back and I’m grabbing trees and whatever else I could. I would test the ground first before stepping on it with my pole or tip of the foot. This helps to avoid stepping on a loose rock that could send you sliding down the mountain. Sidestepping and switchbacking also help a lot. Toward the bottom, it was a ton of rock stairs that dropped into the forest bottom. Land of the black flies and then surprise, surprise, uphill again.

Trials from the Trail

Some sections were stupid steep and kind of narrow. No carriage paths here. Abby did some walking after a couple of our breaks and without her on my back, it was amazing. I felt like I could run up the mountain. But, I had to try and ledge walk so she didn’t slide off of anything and at one point it became all wet rock from water coming out of the mountain. She walked up to the mountain water pouring out and thought it was awesome. Then she touched some stupid, sharp leaf and started screaming. I brushed my leg against one about the same time and it burned so bad. I have no idea what it was and would love it if someone knew. It looked like an average leaf but had jagged edges. We also got to play with a frog that peed all over me.

She eventually grew tired and I put her in my pack. As she slept, we hit the 2.3-mile marker and it began to pour. Always pack rain gear. I was dumb and forgot it at base camp. It was raining with 1.3 miles left to go. I walked back and forth hiding under the canopy hoping it would stop. I debated long and hard if I should hike on. But, with a 2.5-year-old depending on me, a summit wasn’t in the cards today.

Decisions are sometimes right in front of our faces

I figured we were over 2000 ft in elevation. The land was changing and getting sparser the higher we went. We were going to the ledges. Open space with huge drops, rocks, and rain don’t mix. I also figured the longer I waited, the more the water would break through the canopy making the trail too slippery to get back to camp. I was not prepared for a night on the mountain and I knew my new friend would send a search party if I didn’t appear within the next couple of hours … So, angry, frustrated and feeling broken, I turned around.

To add icing to the cake, my GPS failed and I really wanted a full recording of the trip. So it messed up at least a half-mile of the trip. I managed to fix it. Then Abby woke up crying which usually means she needs the potty. So we stopped huddled under the canopy, took a pee break and had some fuel. She then hiked on not in my pack. I only had to pick her up a couple of times. She was navigating the descent like a pro. It was a true game of trusting each other. She even began collecting more acorns and such that she had started collecting on the way up the mountain. My boobs would eventually hold a boatload of those things in my sports bra. I felt like a squirrel storing my nuts for the winter.

The brave climb up

Then the forest floor was there again. It was the awful part in reverse. I looked at Abby right in the eyes and explained to her that it was raining and wet. She had to be a big girl and climb solo. I would be right there. She climbed like a champ. Did the whole thing howling like a wolf and reassuring me. I’d ask her if she needed a break and she would say “no” or “Abby go.” Not once did she complain or ask to be held. Not only did she summit that section herself, but she also hiked over a mile back to the trailhead. She actually would direct me where to step and watch mama making sure I was alright. She even would give me fluids and snacks when we would stop to make sure I was eating and drinking too.

To be carefree

She did take some additional breaks to explore rocks and hang from a vine while making monkey noises and yelling “I’m a monkey.” We ended up finding her hat and then my pink bandanna on the trail … They were tied on and must have come off at the beginning of the hike. She wanted to wear the bandanna like a cape and pretend she was super Chipmunk McGee and would wear her cape until the next morning.

My daughter is a superhero. I’m amazed at her strength on the inside and outside and her trusting, caring attitude. We may not have made the true summit, but the experiences and adventure we had will last a lifetime. I even let her “sign” the logbook when we got back! Well, on to our next adventure.

Final Thoughts-

We have traveled many miles since this trip. We spent six weeks trying for 100 miles in six weeks. The trails handed us many more lessons that readers can read about. We’ve told many stories too from trails all over like the Appalachian Trail in New York. We’ve made due on simple everyday items as we don’t have the luxury of being able to afford a lot of items that can make hiking life less challenging. We have also encountered true kindness on the mountain.

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