On Jan 4, 2014, I introduced my idea to the boys. Totally predicting that they would lend half an ear, and wouldn't bat an eye. I was quite sure that everything in their bodies and faces would tell me definitively:
1. that they weren't into it, and
2. that they weren't able to do this,. This hike would just be something I would have to do later on, on my own.
Gut feelings aside, and with nothing to lose, I pitched the plan to the little men.
Of course (because here we are) the boys did not balk. There was no indifference, cowering, eye-rolling to be seen. They just looked open. And clear. They listened. Closely. I don't think I had caught their attention quite like this before, and I swear, the room felt suddenly important. As we talked about the trail, I realized that they were in need of this trip, as much as I. This shouldn't have been a surprise, but it was, and it made me sad, but determined to see this through. And every second thereon, proved unequivocally to me that this trip IS about them. I, am about them. No matter how many times I am reminded, this fact keeps catching up to me, when I least expect it. And so we began discussing the steps to make the John Muir Trail happen.
The set goal for the hike and the structure it provided, began a period of great new attitude and overall focus in the house. The first week in January, we began training. We watched tutorials on how to read a compass and map, how to make a compass, how to follow the sun, how to camp in the rain, how to make a fire in the rain, what to carry, how to pack it, how to store food in bear country, and assorted short films about Yosemite and the Sierras. We kept a running list at the breakfast table of things we need and things to learn. We visited EMS so I could introduce them to the outdoor fanatic's world, and there we would buy one thing, and to take a look at the gear. The (awesome awesome) EMS associates gave the boys lessons on living outdoors, what they might need and how to use certain pieces of equipment. The boys were fitted for backpacks and told all about the specs, safeties and how to use them effectively. We also taste tested some freeze-dried meals, and attempted some jerky. I believe Nate is still chewing his beef jerky today. Lastly, we began physically training: a coordination yoga or dance or jump-rope routine to keep them thinking and balancing, once a week. We take one long walk or hike each week; at least 6 mi if flat, 3mi if wooded. Using the apartment building we run (or walk) the stairs or snow hills once a week. As the months continue, I hope the hikes will become more mountain oriented, weather permitting. For now, we are just focusing on endurance, equilibrium and confidence. I do not plan on over-hiking them, nor will I over-camp them, but I need to get their feet wet and strong. The JMT will still be completely huge and exciting, and the preparation can only help them to enjoy it. So far they love it. I think they like the family time, the team aspect, the togetherness and the sense of pride and accomplishment.
January 29th I reserved permits for the three of us, after a nerve-wracking 2 hr. wait on hold, for a coveted starting spot at Happy Isles in Yosemite. Max refers to the trail as The Johnny Muir Trail, which I find crazy endearing, and have not ever corrected him.
In line for a parking permit in Cambridge, while on hold with the National Parks Department for my Wilderness Permit