Hiking with my boys looks like a pocket full of rocks and pine cones. Fleece and cargo pants. It looks like trail markers and monster trucks. Messy faces and tick checks at the car. Hiking with my boys looks like waterproof KEEN boots and Oakiwear trail suits in the rain.
Hiking with my boys sounds like birds chirping and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Giggles and whines, coos and shrill baby cries. It sounds like “On your mark, get set, GO!” and “Wait for momma, please!” Okee Dokee Brothers songs and the Paw Patrol theme song on repeat. Hiking with my boys sounds like a Hike it Baby Welcome Circle and happy chatter between friends on the trail.
Hiking with my boys smells like mud and sweat. Ponderosa pines and Cottonwood tree blossoms. It smells like dirty diapers and stinky toddler feet. Soft baby hair under my nose and milk all over my shirt. Hiking with my boys smells like rain clouds rolling in over the mountains.
Hiking with my boys tastes like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Dirt flying by the handful. It tastes like luke-warm water from a colorful old water bottle. Raw trail mix and sugary fruit snacks. Hiking with my boys tastes like impromptu picnics on the side of the trail.
Hiking with my boys feels like sore shoulders and a tired back. A warm babe on my chest and a sticky toddler hand firmly holding mine. It feels like antsy legs and sunburned skin. A soft front carrier, a full backpack, and a heavy camera around my neck. Hiking with my boys feels like one too many squats to get the hundredth shot of Luke wandering along our trail. And a smile plastered to my face as we pull out of the parking lot at the end of our hike.