Our boy has long been an intrepid little hiker when it comes to walks in Richmond Park. We reckon he’s walked around a mile at a go (sometimes barefoot) around the park and through Isabella Plantation.
So we thought he’d be quite keen to run the logging roads and trails on our trip to Scotland. But he wasn’t. For some reason, whether it was unfamiliarity with the environs or fatigue or just plain stubborness, he did not want to walk.
We still carry a stroller with us, as the boy is just over two and his little legs do tire. Unfortunately, we weren’t really able to bring Big Blue with us – it’s a great “off road” stroller, perfect for pushing over uneven terrain – it takes rocks, raised roots and rough, poorly-maintained paths in its stride. But it’s big and bulky, heavy and hard to fold down. It wouldn’t have even fit in the trunk of our rental car. So we had to take “little orange” our compact, light-weight stroller which is highly transportable, but needs to ride on the smooth.
When Bill is sleepy or tired when we’re out on walks, we just hoik him into Big Blue and away we go. But with little orange, it’s a pain. We just can’t go that far. So all our plans of long mountain walks came to nothing. The best we managed was pulling him along in his grandparents’ wood cart.
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Well, the older they get the less control you have. Remember the Baby Bjorn? But the tradeoffs are well worth it.
As you can tell from my expression, he’s not light, either!