A suburban family’s thrilling, chilling, life-changing trip through the beyonds of the Sierra Nevada
It wasn’t until we reached the summit of Mono Pass, a spectacular trail carved 12,150 feet up in California’s Sierra Nevada, that my maternal alarm bells went off.
Ahead of me, my husband and three children were about to descend a series of steep, narrow switchback trails littered with loose granite rockson horseback.
Suddenly, hazards seemed to be everywhere. The altitude was winding the horses. Bears lurked in the vast forest below. Mountain lions obviously lay in wait. The words of Craig London, the owner of Rock Creek Pack Station who’d sent us on our six-day trip that morning, echoed in my head. “You’re completely dependent on your stock,” he said, looking us in the eye. “If a horse trips and falls, you die.”
Terror was not what I had envisioned when my husband, an intrepid traveler, proposed taking our suburban New Jersey children on an outdoor adventure. Ages 12, 9 and 9, the kids were growing up much more “indoors-y” than outto them, “the wilderness” might as well have been a sequel to “Angry Birds.” George wanted to give them a memorable experience and teach them some basic survival skills before they became completely alienated from the natural world. He assured me that they would be more than fine without the antibacterial wipes, helmets and location-tracking iPhone apps that we had come to rely on at home. The physical discomforts, he argued, would be worth it