Memories . . .
Our daughter, Prima Donna Grumpy hiked with Mrs. (Pretty) Grumpy and me from a very early age, first in a Gerry backpack carrier and as soon as possible on her own two feet. We got the idea this was doable well before PDG came along, mainly from a night at Lost Pond in the mountains above Keene, New York, during which we shared the leanto with a couple who had a small infant (literal babe-in-arms) with them and were entirely comfortable and at ease.
PDG’s first on-her-own-feet overnight hike was across essentially flat ground and covered about 6-8 miles in two days. She was only about 27 months old at the time. (I always find that a little hard to believe, and invariably check out the route and mileage and date to make sure I’m not fibbing when relating that little story. Be assured it IS authentic.) We set no speed records.
Prima Donna is mostly all grown up now, nearly 28 and about to be married. She changed my usual grumpiness to a mood of high delight one day last fall by dragging her fiance along on his first Adirondack High Peaks walk, up Big Slide via The Brothers, then over Yard and down to Johns Brook lodge via the Klondike Notch trail, and back out to The Garden via the Phelps trail. He passed the test. I smiled. So perhaps I am not losing PDG but gaining a son. We’ll see.
Anyway, hiking with your kids is the thing to do. Just let common sense be your guide and have a ball!
G.
PS: We never used a leash on PDG, who always stayed at heel pretty reliably and was reticent enough to stay out of other folks' space and business. But I've seen more than a few young terrors who belonged on leashes.