For the last 10 years my wilderness experiences have involved sitting in front of my computer promising myself that I'll find time to get out "this year." I went and got serious about my career (boy, was that ever a mistake) and I also married a woman who isn't into the outdoors (also something of a mistake). Then we started having kids, which just blew out my entire life, especially since my wife's idea of roughing it is two stars instead of four. So, I stopped getting out into the woods. Time flew by, all my equipment disappeared.
Before I started taking myself seriously, I used to do week-long solo hikes in northern Minnesota (sawtooth mountains along Superior). Mostly that involved just poking up fireroads and streams to see what I could see. Also did a lot of canoing (BWCA). Later, after I moved, I did my fair share of wandering up to altitude in the Sierra Nevada. So it was quite a change to go from someone who was "out there" a lot to someone growing fat in front of a computer. And the funny thing is, it just sort of happened without me thinking about it.
Over the last year I've started to get serious about heading out again. The kids are getting old enough for it, and I've stopped thinking my so-called career is about anything other than putting food on the table. So I've been piecing my kit together, in part by paying attention to the conversations that happen here on Blade Forums.
Yesterday I took my daughters (ages 5 and 7) on a little 2.5 mile hike in a county park near my house. This was at Grant Ranch park in the Diablo mountain range, so it was more than paved biking paths but less than foot paths along mountain ravines. The hike that we did was all gravel roads, relatively flat, with a single hill (roughly 12% grade) that I had to psyche the kids up for. They're city kids so the wide open spaces and lack of people kind of freaked them out. It took some gentle persuasion to keep them from turning back.
At one point a hawk gave a cry, and I had both girls clinging to me in terror. I guess my obvious amusement didn't help the situation at all.
I spent ten minutes in the parking lot teaching my oldest daughter very, very basic compass usage, and then throughout the hike I kept asking her to tell me what direction we were going in. I also kept showing her where we were on the map and where we were going, and how to line up the map with the compass. All very basic stuff.
"See that barn on the map?" Point off in the distance. "I'll bet that's the barn that the map is showing us. What direction is that barn from us? Does that look like it's in the right direction based on what the map is telling us?"
Like I said, basic stuff.
The 5-year-old just kept sticking her nose into it, very patiently soaking it all up. She can't read yet, having just started kindergarten, so I don't see any point in trying to start her with map and compass work. But I think she got the idea of a compass, just from watching her sister.
It was remarkable how tired both kids were by the end of the hike. We went very slow with lots of breaks (water and trail mix -- the girls kept eating all the M&Ms), and we didn't go any further than if we were wandering around a mall or an amusement park. I think the activity was so alien to them that the stress wore them out.
It never occurred to me that the hardest part of getting kids to go hiking would be their nervousness over unknown environments.
In the end, it turned out to be a great first trip. Both kids this morning couldn't stop talking about how much fun they had with me yesterday.
Next step is to put together camping stuff (a tent, cooking kit, etc) that's large enough for the family. I think I'll head out for an overnighter on my own before I take the kids, just to make sure I still remember how to cook over a fire and/or a camp stove.

Then I'll start taking the kids with me, so that I can teach them things like how to build a shelter, make a fire the right way (with flint and steel), and basically how not to be afraid of big skies and no people. I'm sure the first time we sleep overnight in a tent in a campgrounds somewhere, there's going to be two scared little girls with me. There seems to be some fear of bears, which is understandable since we had a bit of a run-in with bears on a ski trip last winter.
It takes gentle, gentle steps to ease city girls away from the mall and out into the wilderness. Make that
persistent gentle steps. I'm going to have to work to keep getting them out there if I'm ever going to get them to enjoy it.
I know that for the people on this list, this outdoor adventure must seem limited or even lame. But this is how it starts for most kids and their busy dads, especially when you live in a city.
Hopefully this didn't bore you....
(BTW, yes I carried a fixed blade but it was buried deep in my pack where it wouldn't freak out the local suburbanites. I also had a folder with me, as well as enough of a PSK that I could stay overnight with the girls if "shit happens." I felt overdressed for the hike, but rules are rules. We were walking away from the pavement, so all that stuff came with me.
Over the course of the afternoon, we ran into two other groups of people. Not one of those other groups had anything other than a few bottles of water with them. I expect they had water only because it was a fairly warm day. Makes me shake my head every time I see things like that. I guess it's good that Santa Clara county has a good SAR outfit....)