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Some “Vacation” tips for your family road trip

The very idea of a family summer road trip evokes a curious mix of excitement and trepidation. I remember the annual drive from Denver to Kansas fondly; how Mom would point out every cow in every prairie field (my sister and I would roll our eyes) and then redeem herself by finding the only motel in Salina with an outdoor pool and water slide.

But, when I think about embarking on a similar journey with my kids, I realize I’ll be trapped in a vehicle with them between Calgary and somewhere far away, that the boredom of the miles will turn me into a modified version of my mother (“Look children — another waterfall!”), and then I cringe and wonder why we don’t just fly.

A Family Roadster is not a requirement for a successful summer vacation.

As Clark Griswold will tell you: “Why aren’t we flying? Because getting there is half the fun! You know that.” I recently rewatched the original Vacation movie. Thirty years on it’s still funny if over-the-top. Vacation is also instructive for families thinking of saving some money and bonding in a car en route to the beach/amusement park/national monument this summer.

Here are my takeaways from the Griswolds:

1. For getting there to be fun, you have to actually stop and see and do things along the way. One of Clark’s mistakes is that he didn’t budget enough time to make it from Chicago to Wally World in California. They couldn’t stop to see the St. Louis Arch or visit the world’s largest ball of twine in Kansas. Involve the family in the trip planning and you’ll be able to gawk at the world’s largest truck in Sparwood, B.C., for example.

Daughter posed on giant truck tire = priceless vacation memory.

2. Motels are great; they save you money and often have a pool. Just make sure there aren’t boxes next to the beds that accept quarters.

3. Don’t detour out of the way to visit friends or relatives you can’t stand. Life is too short and besides, your redneck cousins might introduce your daughter to weed, your son to nudie mags and then foist their Aunt Edna equivalent on you for part of the drive (and we all remember how that ended).

4. Don’t make Dad do all the driving. Clark clocked so many highway hours while Ellen, Edna and the kids slept, it’s no wonder he cracked (robbed a restaurant, went skinny dipping with Christie Brinkley, held a Wally World security guard hostage). Still, you have to admire his dedication to family fun in the road trip format.

“This is no longer a vacation. It’s a quest. It’s a quest for fun! I’m gonna have fun and you’re gonna have fun. We’re all gonna have so much f**king fun we’ll need plastic surgery to remove our god-damn smiles. You’ll be whistling ‘Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah’ out of your assholes!”

5. Call ahead to make sure your destination will be open. Beaches and national parks don’t typically close, but attractions sometimes do, as the Griswolds found out upon arrival at Wally World.

Oh yeah, and since you’ll be spending a lot of time in the car, remember to bring the children’s Walkman equivalents.

Family fun at the Calgary Stampede

Ask my daughter the best thing about the Calgary Stampede and she’ll tell you: “The SuperDogs!” Forget western culture and heritage, and cast aside that new jean jacket and pink cowgirl hat from The Children’s Place. When Avery gets excited about the midway, she has trained dogs jumping through hoops on the brain.

Grab yer pink cowgirl hat and head down to the Stampede grounds for food, rides and the SuperDogs.

As a mother who has suffered through three SuperDogs performances too many in this life (no offense SD lovers, but I just don’t get it), I am here to tell you that when the gates open for tonight’s Sneak-A-Peek (6 p.m. to midnight), there’s way more to do than watch that cheesy dogstravaganza. There’s also a whack of high-sugar, artery-clogging confections to eat, like fried mac-n-cheese-on-a-stick and cotton candy cupcakes.

Mac-n-cheese on a stick is delish (heck, anything on a stick tastes good for some reason).

If you dare to brave the crowds and the lines to share in Calgary’s once-in-100-years festival and, what’s more, if you want to add your progeny to the mix, here are some family-friendly ways to spend the next 10 days on the Stampede Grounds.

1. Heritage. Make a beeline for Weadickville, located just behind the Coca-Cola stage. Three words: real ice cream. You will see people wandering the grounds licking real ice cream cones (as opposed to those soft serve ones) and wonder where they got them. It was here, in an ice cream store located along this shady, faux, circa-1912 Calgary street.

2. Entertainment. Do you love Barney the dinosaur? Me neither; he’s annoying and I’d frankly rather sit though back-to-back performances by the Young Canadians (or, hey, even the SuperDogs) than watch Barney live in concert. But if your tot loves the purple dinosaur, you’ll want to check him out on the Coca-Cola Kids’ Stage. 

Is Barney western even? Better suffer through his performance anyway.

3. Food. If watching Barney prance around makes you feel a little queasy, it’s obviously been too long since your pancake breakfast. Time to fill your and your little one’s belly with something healthy. Oh, wait! You’re not at the Organic Vegan Festival, are you? Nope, might as well embrace midway fare such as these little mini donuts (a favourite) or something new and innovative such as deep fried pickle chips (self-explanatory) or sausage-on-a-stick (“carb-friendly”).

Mmmm … mini donuts …

4. Western-type stuff. By now you’re looking at your watch and wondering if you can pack up the kiddos and head home for a nap. Nice try. There’s a lot more to see, like actual western stuff. I would recommend the rodeo, but it’s a bit long for younger children. Instead, you can see what their life would have been life if you were raising them in Arkansas by letting them test their skill at the Kids’ Pedal Tractor Pull (ages 4-12). Or, visit Indian Village or Draft Horse Town for a taste of western life 100 years ago.

5. Rides. The Kids’ Midway (Kidway) is where your wee thrill-seekers will want you to take them. There are 26 rides, varying widely on the fun-o-metre. If they’re tall (and brave) enough, take them on Outlaw, the new roller coaster.

Now that you’re exhausted and feel sick from all the sugar and spinny rides, drive the kiddos home, drop them off with a sitter, down a nice cold beer and head back to the grounds for a night of adults-only two-stepping at Nashville North. Yahoo!

Extreme parenting: mud-hiking edition

Not ones to let a little rain put a damper on our Canada Day celebrations, my husband and I invented a new family-friendly activity in Fernie this past weekend: mud hiking. When the sky cleared late in the afternoon on July 1, we packed the children and Grammy into the car and drove five minutes into Mt. Fernie Provincial Park. Our intent was not to subject the youngest and eldest among us to a Burmese March; we merely wished to enjoy the mountain scenery on Canada Day. Besides, our kids had been pestering us to go on a hike.

The bridge: a portal into mud.

When it comes to kids and hiking, we try to keep it simple. Short, flat trails. Lots of rest stops. Snacks. Really, it’s hiking-lite. This trek, however, annointed Avery, Bennett and Grammy into the ranks of the hard-core.

Bennett and Blake pause in a mud puddle to take in the scenery.

Look Ma! Muddy hands!

The trail was beyond muddy. Mountain bikers had churned the wet path into a soupy, slippery, almost treacherous, mess. Rather than fret about the kids’ and Grammy’s safety, however, I worried about my shoes! I immediately knew I had worn the wrong pair (my fashion runners, not the sensible hiking boots). At that point I should have turned back to spare them (still talking about the shoes), but there was little to no elevation gain along the path, plus it was supposed to be a two-kilometre loop, and ultimately I guess we all thought the trail would become miraculously mud-free if we kept hiking. So we plodded on. I resolved to walk along the edges of the trail, where possible. Even so, my shoes couldn’t compete with the mud’s slippery suction.

The moment I knew my shoes were a lost cause.

Unaware of the imminent peril of slipping, falling and becoming filthy, the kids walked in giant, splashy strides down the middle of the trail, laughing and saying things like, “Look how muddy my shoes are! Look how muddy my legs are! Haha! We’re so dirty! Hahaha!!” On occasion, Blake had to portage Bennett to spare him a mud bath.

Blake portages a non-compliant Bennett while Avery scrambles up a muddy slope.

My mom, a.k.a. Grammy, relied on a hiking pole for balance while she tried to sidestep the peanut butter-like consistency of the trails and thus salvage her new $85 tennis shoes (yeah, we’re all about the shoes in my family). It was a losing battle. “But Mom,” I said, “That’s nothing compared with the memories you’ll have from mud-hiking with the grandkids: Priceless!”

And it was. Once I cleaned my shoes, and the kids, we had a great laugh about the hike. Family bonding is easy when there’s mud.