
With an ongoing love affair for Latin America travel, I admit, I sometimes forget about the incredible locations close to home. Which is a little ironic, because the Southwest is unforgettable. It has some of the most stunning landscape in the United States; it is a favorite destination for this Montanan to do a little backyard adventure. My last trip was a whirlwind of Zion and Arches National Park, squeezed into a short week in early April. And this time, I took my five-year-old.
Samuel, has little fear and lots of joy, which makes him an excellent adventure companion. It also helped that we were going to the place – as I explained – is where the Coyote & Roadrunner battle it out, AND is littered with fossils. Samuel, like many five-year-olds, is an expert in all things dinosaur, and likes to prove as much by volunteering dinosaur facts at the dinner table, dentist office, to strangers at the grocery store, and while sitting on Santa’s knee. In Samuel’s defense, Santa did start things by asking, “And what’s your favorite dinosaur, young man?”
Hiking was on the agenda (the relaxed, yet beautiful hike to Zion’s Emerald’s Pools is a great option for families – the subtle elevation is easy on little-legs), but I decided to start our trip with a day of canyoneering on the outskirts of the park in Snake Alley. West of the main canyon, this is a gorgeous area right outside the Kolob Plateau section of the park. It’s a great place for beginners. I hired a guide, a nice guy named Dave, who obviously had experience working with kids – he had a bag of tricks that consisted of everything from a corny quarter-behind-the-ear gig, to a huge fluffy Golden Retriever that serves as both chick, and child, magnet. Samuel and I were not immune to Dave’s charms.
Snake Alley is, give or take, a twenty-minute jeep ride from the middle of the town, Springdale. A half-hour hike took the three of us into the canyon. In route, Dave and I took turns reminding Samuel of proper trail adequate: Stay on the path… Stay on the path… The sun was out; a little bit of snow still found refuge from its warmth in the shadows. We made good conversation – Dave, did you know birds are dinosaurs? – hurdled a few large boulders, did a little chimneying and squeezed our way into the canyon.
“Samuel, you know how many times I had been canyoneering by your age?” Dave said. “Zero times.”
Samuel put his hands in his pockets and rolled heel to toe. He smiled at Dave.
“Mom, you’re first.”
We fixed ourselves into harnesses, ropes, carabiners, anchored in our safety tethers and watched Dave did a quick demo that I quickly forgot. But I made my way down regardless, and promptly landed into a puddle at the bottom of the canyon.
“Off rope!”
I leaned up again the wall of canyon while I waited for Samuel to follow. There was something very unnerving about standing at the bottom, looking up into the small slit of sky. A small turn in the canyon made it impossible for me to see Samuel from below. I suddenly found myself having to reassure that the gear was steadfast. I had to assure myself that this is a blast, he’ll love it. This anxiety was unexpected. What was going on here? As a kid, I used to spend my summers doing back flips off the walls of Yellowstone’s Firestone Canyon. I slept countless nights in tree house made out of rickety wood in a rickety tree that would bend in a stiff breeze. I was the founding member of a junior Polar Bear Club; the colder the temp. the higher the honor. I have fond memories of scraps and bruises, bee stings and poison oak. I cannot wait for my kids to embrace this bit of danger from life. But at that moment, standing against the cool canyon wall, waiting for my 5-year-old to make his way down the sheer rock, I anticipated his adventure, but I just wasn’t so sure I wanted to watch. It became obvious that both Samuel and I both had to conquer his first rappel.
I could hear Dave providing clear instructions. Keep leaning back. Feet higher. Lean back. And of course, my anxieties were unwarranted. Samuel did his part. He tiptoed his way down the canyon. There was definitely some dangling involved, but Dave did an excellent job controlling the descend without taking it over. Samuel slid his way down, slightly quieter than usual. Was it pretty? No. Was I proud? Yes. I played my combined roll as cheerleader and photographer from below. He was smiling. So was I.

“Samuel, that was amazing!” I said. I grabbed him about four feet from the ground to avoid the puddle, and hugged him in close, holding for an extra moment or two before setting him on the ground.
Samuel nodded his head and smiled. “Mom, I’m Spiderman,” he said.
I laughed, agreed and slipped his rope from the carabiner.
“Off rope!” Samuel said.
What a kid…
~Beth Reese, Adventure Life

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