WHEN I BECAME A SINGLE MOM, I quickly realized how many things the kids’ dad had effortlessly done with them that I now felt completely incompetent doing. My soccer skills were lacking, to say the least. My tree forts sucked. And the idea of doing any serious backpacking with three young kids intimidated the hell out of me.
We live in the Andes of Patagonia, and I wanted the kiddos to not just look at the mountains every day out the window, but to get out in them, almost feel engulfed by them. To feel empowered by them. And that meant we probably had to backpack.