Little Bear rides the wind

R0010902We still haven’t taken Little Bear backpacking, which I feel bad about. He’s proven to be a good sleeper, but still fusses and cries unpredictably and fairly often, especially during nighttime diaper changes.   Frankly, I still can’t get it out of my head what a fantastic predator call his wailing is, and thus we’ve been sticking to dayhiking only.  But that will change soon.

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DSC09565The Moby wrap proved to be too slow to rig and way too hot for anything above freezing.  The Vatanai is faster to use, comfortable, and secure, but the cotton fabric soaks up sweat and after a few hours on me gets a bit nasty (and is not sustainable for overnights).  I made a copy of the Vatanai out of a thin, tightly woven and low stretch 100% rayon I found at Joanne’s (shown above), and while getting even shoulder pressure is tougher than with the thicker Vatanai, this seems like the way to go.

In either case, carrying a 14 pound infant on your front is a workout, and makes 12 mile dayhikes much more strenuous than than a pack 2-3 times as heavy.

R001074812 miles is our longer outing yet, out and back to visit artifacts from LB’s namesake before the ranger station was locked for the winter.

R0010868LB loves walking, and reliably falls asleep after 20 minutes.  When he wakes up he enjoys cooing at the wind and play of shadows in the trees, and so long as he is bundled properly seems to prefer a good stiff 15+ mph breeze.

Layering under the wrap took a bit of learning, and requires fast drying layers a bit on the light side, with pockets placed so he doesn’t have a zipper pull in his chin when he falls asleep against me.  The XXL windshell I bought to go over both of use hasn’t been used too often, but is effective and was a good idea.

R0010813As cute as his down jacket is, fleece is better for getting drooled on and is less slippery in the wrap and on a coat or pad when being changed.  The Patagonia fleece bunting is fantastic for sleeping, with easy access for diapers.

R0010973R0010909Lookout trips have been valuable tests for the real thing.  The first time, back in early September, he slept very poorly.  A few days ago in the Yaak, he slept just as well as he might at home, and even went back to sleep after a diaper change without feeding.

R0010960The most important practice is, naturally, for us.  These outings are a lot more stressful not just because we have another living being to caretake, but because of the many added things we cannot well control.  40 minute feedings along the side of the road as evening grows alarmingly close are good for building patience and a detachment from particulars which I’ve largely avoided cultivating.  Presumably it will come in very handy in a few more years.

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Little Bear goes to Granite Park

R0010531Some places are a big deal.

R0010594Even after his best (longest) night of sleep yet, it is still really easy to stay home and avoid the dis-ease that comes with doing anything new.

But that’s not very fun.

DSC09529What used to be a simple and rather prosaic, if exceptionally scenic, dayhike is now a somewhat daunting task.  And a much more fulfilling and enjoyable (and with a 13+ pound infant in a wrap, strenuous) one.

R0010555We still haven’t taken him backpacking, but that’s hopefully very soon.  Every day is new and nothing can be taken for granted.

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Clearness

R0010319As you may have heard, we had a lot of fires this summer. At first the Reynolds Creek fire in Glacier was merely a curiosity; it didn’t disturb any plans we had, and was a novel alteration in a landscape we loved.

Then the big lightning storm blew in the second week of August, hundreds of fires sprouted across Washington, Idaho, and Montana, and hot winds blew not a few into legitimate conflagrations. Suddenly we were living in a haze.

R0010416Compare the above photo of Bowman Lake, from the every end of August, to this one from December of 2010.  Not appealing and, for an infant, not healthy.

Thankfully temperatures dropped just enough 10 days ago, and just enough rain fell, to clear things right in time for a lookout trip with auntie Joslyn.  She brought her ear plugs, but they weren’t enough.

R0010446R0010454The whole short saga has been a timely reminder that the quality and clearness of space around here is the most valuable thing, by far.

R0010480Crisp air that goes for miles and stings nostrils even at the tail of summer.  Rivers whose headwaters set the world standard for purity.  Green valleys marching out of sight, all of them free of human habitation.

R0010518So when cold rain rolled in yesterday evening and forced a breastfeeding family of us to go hide under the trees, no complaints were uttered.

Six weeks

Six weeks ago today Little Bear was born.

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A procrastinator like his mother, he was almost a full week late, which was not entirely welcome during a summer which was unrelentingly hot, in a state where almost no one (us included) has air conditioning. So it was a relief Sunday afternoon when contractions became intense and regular enough for me to insist we go to the hospital, and after an intense 14 hour night he came into the world with all parts where they should be, healthy and just shy of 9 pounds.

And on his mother’s birthday.

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I hesitate to do so because she’s a modest woman and I quite lack the terms to do so properly, but I must brag for the extraordinarily calm (and drug free) way she labored and gave birth.  During and after she thought the nurses were merely flattering as they kept lauding her stoicism, but she earned every word.  (I want to add that anyone who could have been inside my head would not have called me calm, or stoic, or zen, or thought me in control of anything…  labor was not calm for me, only I didn’t raise my voice much, so everyone else thought I was calm – M)  Sometime between 4 and 5 in the morning, in the whirlpool tub, right when labor was really earning its name, M started falling asleep, grabbing 20-40 second naps between contractions.  No one noticed besides me, and even that took me a while, but once I got there the analogy between her intractable situation and the sleep walking, biking, and rafting I’ve done during things likes the Kokopelli Trail race and Wilderness Classic was immediate and logical.  If the only way out is through you might as well grab what little respite is on offer.

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The first night home was, naturally, full of terror.  After a few days and the realization that we probably weren’t going to kill him, or he us, things got more relaxed.  Thankfully he’s been a fairly good sleeper from the very beginning, and the weeks since have been tiring, but sustainable.

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Together we’ve changed around 500 diapers, conservatively.  Aside from the repetition, I’ve yet to see why this is a big deal.  Breast-fed poop is after all both infrequent and easy to clean up and off, and the faces which accompany infant farting and crapping are as funny as anything else on earth.

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Adapting our daily routine has occasionally been challenging, especially given the impressive hourly total he spends feeding each day, which I vastly underestimated.  We’re quiet people, which suits a baby well, but we’ve had to stretch our patience and admit that all three of us are short on energy these days, and a 4 mile hike can be a physical and logistical challenge.

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Time at home has been precious, which is convenient, as we’ve spent more weekend time on the couch in the past four months as in the previous four plus years.  It is easier for me to say that, not being the food source and thus being free from the profound and immediate demands which go along with that.  No matter how many diapers I change, walks I take him on, and spit bubbles I clean there’s an inherent asymmetry about which little can be done.  Often my duties are like the one I’m doing now, rocking him with my left foot, occasionally tickling him with my left hand, and trying to not make too many errors as I type and watch him flail and gurgle happily.  Simple stuff compared to 45 minute feedings at 2 in the morning.

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In the grand scheme of parenting this is simple stuff.  When he cries he wants one of four things, and while rocking, feeding, changing, and adding or removing clothes and blankets might be inconvenient, it’s never especially complicated.  Today he can grab my thumbs with both hands and hold on strong enough that I can lift most of his body off the floor, something which is only a week old.  As neural pathways grow at blinding speed so too will our jobs as parents.  Fortunately we chose each other well, and are ready.

15 days

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Little Bear (aka the kid) is due in 15 days. With no immediate signs of arrival, but with very hot weather, a very pregnant M, and some caution due we took a 28 hour vacation to a cabin up the North Fork, and around Glacier generally.

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When it’s 99 and you don’t have air conditioning the last thing you want is an oven pumping out heat, so I gathered wood and roasted our pork shoulder, corn, and garlic scapes outside. This shoulder was the cheapest boneless cut the store had: little more than a dollar a pound. It got a dry rub of salt, white sugar, and curry powder and sat in the fridge for four days. At the cabin I rinsed the meat, let the wood burn down to hot coals, and slapped it on the grill. The first four flips each got a generous amount of BBQ sauce. The key here is to never cook it with flame, just heat. I didn’t have a second feeder fire and a shovel to refresh the coals, which would have been ideal, but I made due. After almost two hours it was nicely blackened and dripping with juice and flavor.

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Other activities included reading, fishing, shooting cardboard, sleeping poorly, and a much needed rain shower at Logan Pass which dropped temperatures down into the 60s.  If summer continues this hot I will not be pleased.  Now we’re back home, with not much to do and everything to wait for.