Where Strollers Dare Not Go

Where Strollers Dare Not Go: Grand Canyon

Babywearing at the Grand Canyon is the way to go! A stroller might be able to get to the railing overlooking the Grand Canyon, but from there all you get is a view like a postcard.  While we would love to hike through the canyon, my husband and I are saving that for when the kids are older . . . possibly moved out 😛  Today we settled for plunging down into the canyon only a short way.  Enough to get a sense of the immensity and a taste of the craggy winding way. Here’s a picture of the trail, complete with icy patches:

So David wrapped 2 year old Annabelle in a front wrap cross carry (our 4.6 meter EllaRoo just makes it around them for this carry) and took our seven year old by the hand to help her navigate the icy trail.  I popped Cassidy (9 months) on my back in a Short Double Hammock Carry with my 3.1 meter Inka Storchenwiege  (video below) and threw a warm babywearing kindercoat over us, leaving my arms and hands free for balance, and photography (whichever seems most urgent at any given time).

Wrapping allowed us to get the experience we wanted, and it allowed all three of our little ones to get an experience they wouldn’t have otherwise (like sleeping through the Grand Canyon).  Because, life is for living, no matter your age, and there are endless possibilities waiting to be experienced in every juicy detail!

Where strollers dare not go: Up High!

A couple of the mamas on Facebook have not let strollers limit their adventures with their babies:

Jenn and baby walking on the canopy skyway to the tower!

Stephanie and baby on top of the mountain - Bald Rock at Cheaha State Park!

Have you taken your baby where strollers dare not go?  Tell me about it in the comments or post a picture on Facebook!

Where Strollers Dare Not Go: Nursing in Lake Erie

Where Strollers Dare Not Go: Coast of Maine

Out on the rocks into the chilly Atlantic on the coast of Maine in Acadia National Park!

Cassidy couldn’t have come with us in a stroller, and wrapping kept him safe while leaving our hands free to keep ourselves and our other kids safe on the rocks.  More about our time in Maine at Free Range Dreams.

Annabelle, no stroller baby, had a blast climbing and playing among the rocks (she’s 1/8th troll) but after an hour of this, she was ready to be in arms and cuddle her way back (to where we had foolishly left our shoes and socks too close to the encroaching waves).

Where Strollers Dare Not Go: historic Boston

This is the courtyard outside Paul Revere’s house.  NOT stroller friendly 😉

Nursing my youngest in a Front Wrap Cross Carry in Mary EllaRoo in Boston.