Hiking with Gaoth

So, that's me. I'm . Gaoth, meaning Wind. My daughter wasn't keen on Grandma, and I wasn't keen on any of the other populars so I was given permission to pick my own word for the future generations to call me. I went with Gaoth, because Wind is my ultimate favorite, and I'm Irish. So there you have it.

When my oldest granddaughter was about 4, we were at the beach swimming. She always makes friends easily, like her mom did. She wrangles this little boy and goes "This is my Gaoth". He goes, "What's a Gaoth?". She starts laughing and splashes him. Later in the car I asked her is she knew I was her grandmother and she said said, you are not! You are my Gaoth. So she had no idea either. Funny Truth. Now she does.

Working at the welcome center have had the pleasure of meeting other grandmothers traveling with their grandchildren. One woman and her husband take a child for a week, separately so they can really bond with that child. This settles age issues, and allows you to be more present with the person, and get to know them, really carving out a relationship based on commonalities and relating. I was excited about this immediately. I thought this could be fun. Starting with my older granddaughter,

I bought a journal for her, and for me, and I planned 12 hikes all out from when to where and where we would stay. I copied the trail, included the information, and put together our journals. This gave us a place to scrapbook and make funny notes about our trips.

I bought her hiking poles, a water backpack bladder and a book on hiking. She loves the outdoors and always has so much fun when I take her to the woods.  We will be finishing our 12th hike (one year) on her 10th birthday, and she will be doing a ten mile hike. 5 in and 5 out. I will take her to the Hike Inn, and we will celebrate her achievements and her birthday. So looking forward to this with her!

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