Families — Parents — Kids

Brooke, adventure parentBecoming a parent can (and oh it will) happen to anyone - that goes for any whitewater lover, big wall climber, backpacker, ultra runner, damn good frisbee tosser, and, well, you. One day you're hang-dogging a 5.10b or admiring those tan lines left by your Chacos on the tops of your feet and the next you're hearing, "We're pregnant."  And you think, "My life is over. Goodbye kayaks, so long Chamonix summer adventure, hello minivan."
Maybe it's not over. Maybe you don't need a minivan.  Unless you want one.
Check out these parents and families who set the stage and take their kids outside.

One Happy Family on One Happy Bike

The bliss of riding a bike on a sunny day in your flip flops and otherwise purposely bereft of a slick jersey and fancy-schmancy equipment is really hard to beat. So much so, you ought to share the whole experience with the people you love. Like the old saying, "Show me, don't tell me."

Americanized safety standards aside, this is a fine example of one happy South American family off to go do their thing for the day. Hit the market? Visit abuelo y abuela? No matter.  We're smiling, we're with each other, we're outside on a perfect carefree sunny day.

I just love that little dude standing there in his backwards hat and blue Chuck Taylors.

Via Family on Bikes

Fond Family Memories: f*ckyeahTENTS

You have to see this for yourself. I don't know if this tumblr account is the essence of tumblr or the whole point of an altered state of mind. Or exactly why passing out advice for family camping is a really really really bad idea . . .

What I do know is what comes from the about page: "re-living the best days of my youth, one photo at a time."

http://fuckyeahtents.tumblr.com/: Only awesome old photos of families camping, and an obvious adoration of "fuckyeahtheuniverse." Rightly so. Rightly so.

Uncle Greg: Photos from Baja of The World's Coolest Uncle

A long time ago, like in another life all together, my brother moved to Spokane, Washington.  For the summer of 1997, I lived there with him and slept on the floor of his apartment for two months because I was so broke and adventure hungry that I preferred to own a sleeping bag instead of a real bed; budget dictated I had to chose one or the other - no regrets.

He's now a single dad of a fun little girl. Here are just a couple of nuggets of stories from the days gone by.

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