Today we found strawberries on a great sale, so we loaded up on them and spent the afternoon washing, slicing, blending and filling up the dehydrator.
A few years ago when Ms. S was about 2, she loved eating our homemade strawberry fruit leather, but called it strawberry ham. I guess she thought it looked like deli meat. It has been one of those cute things that your kid says and just sticks. So today we blended up some strawberry rhubarb fruit leather, sprinkled with some chia seeds for extra nutrients and some texture. We also sliced up many strawberries to dehydrate for adding into oatmeal or trail mix.
The sale was great timing as we are starting to prepare for our big adventure for the summer. We have booked our spots at a back country campground, and will be backpacking with our girls for a 2 night trip. 7km in, a rest day, and 7 km out. It is a beautiful place and a gorgeous trail, accessible enough to push the chariot loaded with pink clothes, fluffy sleeping bags and yummy strawberry ham. Sound a little crazy? Maybe. But these crazy adventures give me a burst of energy and sense of life and wonder. They help me to refocus on my great life purpose, as we step outside our regular routine, standard views, and mundane tasks.
We have done this trail before, when Ms. S was 2 and Ms. B was 11 months old. It was epic. It was an unusually warm fall, and we hiked it in October. It was stunning. The crisp air, blue water, and stunning night sky. Ms. B hardly slept that night. On the plus side, we didn’t need to worry about wildlife as I’m sure her crying kept everything far far away. But that was how she was as a baby and we thought, “We could stay up all night at home with a crying baby, or have a grand adventure with a crying baby.” But the lack of sleep and crying baby isn’t what I really remember about that trip, it was the quiet waters, the mist on the mountains, the crisp air, the stars, and watching Ms. S explore in the wild. Since we’ve been married, Ben and I have had many adventures in which we have coined the phrase, “You don’t have to be having fun to have fun.” Now I really sound crazy. But it helps me to remember that things can’t and won’t go perfectly. And that the things that are hard, are often the most memorable, and reap the greatest rewards.
So here we go again. I’m excited to return and to share natures beauty with our girls. I better bring lots of strawberry ham.