We went hiking on Mt. Tam a few weeks ago. It was a gloriously sunny day. I think it was Christmas Eve. All told, it took about three hours from start to finish. Thankfully, it was downhill. I was quite impressed with the kids' ability not to whinge until the last 15 minutes or so.
We stopped for a break midway. Our "hosts" were wise enough to bring some food. I don't think I thought to bring anything but water. [I know, heartless bitch.] Here is Daughter, all prepared for hiking. She's got her hat, a paper thing she painted at the county fair in July. She's got her backpack. She's got a light jacket, which she stowed in her backpack the entire time. And she's got her Gameboy.
Those are the essentials as far as she's concerned. [That's not entirely true. I forced her to bring a jacket. She'd have preferred to not bother. That damn British blood in her.]