Hiking the Catskills with six-year-olds
Taking off my hiking boots and Smartwool socks, I step barefoot into the rushing water, telling my six-year-old son to climb up on my back. The river is cold and swift, and there’s simply no easy way to ford it. We are in a wild section of the Catskill mountains in upstate New York, and the only viable camping spot is on the other side of the river. Is Max concerned? A laugh in my ear assures me that he is not. Neither he nor his friend Sophie has been frightened by the slippery vertical trails, the huge pile of bear scat, or the half-dozen poisonous snakes we’ve seen on the trail. So, crossing a river on dad’s back is no problem.