Backpacking With Kids

I know you are saying "Chef you don't have any kids." Well, I have a brother thirteen years younger than me. When I was younger in order to go backpacking, I had to carry my brother. Here are some tips.

YOSEMITE NATIONAL PARK, Calif. — It had been at least 24 hours since we had seen other humans, and the trail seemed to be ours alone — gleaming granite slabs, scrabbly switchbacks, glorious glimpses of the Grand Canyon of the Tuolumne River, and jagged Sierra spires under cloudless skies.

But the meditative crunch-crunch-crunch of our boots soon gave way to men's voices. A trio of bearded 20-somethings approached.

"Whoa, baby!" gasped the group's gnarly looking leader, pointing to our son, snuggled up in a baby carrier on my chest.

"Lucky dude! He gets a free ride!" joked another.

"Can you carry me, too?" wheezed the laggard.

The tips are at the link above.