Father’s hiking lessons can be lifelong for children

When I decided to take a break down the trail for about an hour, I was hiking with a teenager and some of his friends.

There was still a lot of ground left to cover the day, but we were all carrying at least 30 pounds in a backpack and the soft grass with legs hanging lazy on the steep cliffs above. Stream found a fascinating place to rest on.It was too fascinating to pass by

All other stops of the day were full of lessons, such as using a compass and lifting heavy loads from the ground. This beautiful land we met called for a more leisurely stop and fill our heads with the warmth of the early spring sun, not with outdoor skills.

So we all sat down to relax and most people shrugged.

Adults on the go soon realized the danger of taking a very early break on a long hike. Our boys don’t tend to sit quietly for a long time unless they’re exhausted. Also, an hour hike doesn’t work.

They began to wander and threw a lump of soil into the stream below. And the dusty lumps thrown into the stream are not as interesting as the dusty lumps thrown by the boys, so they threw them at each other.

The first rule of horse play was that it escalated, and this particular horse play was done at the end of the drop where the hike could easily end at an early painful end.

“Don’t go around near the edge!” Another dad barked. And at the same time, this stop became a lesson.

Teens have little to do more than trick the edge of something dangerous. One of my biggest jobs as a father in the coming years can show a teenager and his younger brother when he’s a little older how to safely navigate dangerous landscapes. So to chase to those ends.

My dad did it.

Dad has a pistol at home. He taught my brother and me the safety of guns, but the gun-related message that stood out to us when we were young was that if we wanted to go target shooting, he Was to stop doing whatever he was doing and take us what we asked. That way, we wouldn’t want to sneak away with our own guns.

Since dealing with machines specially designed to kill humans is inherently dangerous, Dad has confirmed in many lessons that he is with us at that dangerous end. Most memorable is that the guns that are most likely to kill me and my friends are the only ones that I even think are wandering around, so I’m getting a positive gun down. It was his repetitive line.

One summer, a family friend dramatically brought the points home. As a joke, he almost shot and killed my uncle with a positive gun bullet. That day, I thanked my father’s lesson at the dangerous end, where we were worried that we might be wandering around.

Now I’m trying to follow in his footsteps.

I don’t have guns, but I’m raising kids in a country with more guns than people, so I borrowed weapons to make sure kids learn how to navigate dangerous edges. I shot it.

It won’t be long before I have to sit beside them in the car to teach them how to deal with the dangers of the road. And later on, I would probably need to be by their side at the supper and prepare them to overcome another common danger by pouring beer and helping them understand when to say. Probably.

I know I can’t keep my children out of danger. But if they remember that hiking lesson when they wanted to do something silly at the various ends of the danger they face, they’re okay.

Richard Espinoza is a former editor of Johnson County Neighborhood News. You can contact him at [email protected] follow him on twitter @respinozakc..