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Backpacker Magazine – September 2001
Camping with kids can plant a wild seed in them that will grow as they do-but only if you get them Out There.
This isn't to say there aren't bad moments. Ten days into the journey, a daylong rainstorm pounces. Slabs of riverbank and entire trees topple into the torrent. We slide around corners, desperate for a camp, any camp, not drowned beneath the rising river. We finally ram into a bedraggled mudbar. Within half an hour of getting a tarp up and serving the first round of hot chocolate, the grim situation has improved. Ruby is sitting next to Kim, drawing rainbows in her journal; the boys are furiously battling Charlie for the hand-slapping championship.
My children are proving themselves.
Some 250 miles downstream from Dawson, Kim and Charlie paddle ahead to retrieve our vehicles. We have 2 final days to be a family in the Alaskan wilderness.
We float along, our canoes often rafted up together. The boys offer Ruby advice about what to expect in kindergarten. Harry Potter comes to a close. There is no shortage of sticks to collect.
Gear and tips for kids only.
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Later, after dinner, Marypat herds us all together for a family photo. One of Ruby's eyes is swollen shut by a blackfly bite. All three of the children are gritty and bug-bitten and in desperate need of hot baths.
"C'mon, you guys," Marypat calls. "This is our last chance for a family shot. We get out tomorrow."
It's then that they all say, in one voice, what I most hoped to hear, words that, 2 weeks earlier in our roadside camp, I'd never have predicted I'd hear: "Aw, Mom! Can't we stay longer? Can't we just keep on going?"