Charles R. Scott, author and Family Adventure Guy, was recently featured on Get Out With Kids, a Family Outdoor Adventure blog from the UK!
When I turned 40, I decided to write down a list of goals for the second half of my life. One of the items on that list was, “Have adventures with my kids.” I wanted to slow down time and create lasting memories while they were young. I worked at Intel Corporation and assumed that we might spend a week or two doing something more adventurous than a trip to Disneyland. But then my son and I got carried away…
CYCLING THE LENGTH OF JAPAN
For the first family adventure (2009), I convinced Intel to give me a 2-month unpaid leave of absence to cycle the length of Japan – 2,500 miles – with my 8-year-old son, Sho, who pedaled on a trailer cycle connected to my bike. We carried about 75 pounds of gear, including a tent. The trip took us 67 days.
"With my 8-year-old son Sho at the start of our ride across Japan, we cycled over ten mountain passes."
We cycled over ten mountain passes, took on sumo wrestlers, met remarkably friendly people and learned that a kid can do a whole lot more than most adults think. In the first week of our ride, Sho threw three major temper tantrums, and I worried that the trip was going to be too much for him. But after I told him that I couldn’t do the trip without his help and that he should think of himself as a team member, the temper tantrums disappeared. Sho rose to the occasion and did great over the following 60 days. I learned an important lesson: a child thrives with loving support and high expectations.
Rising Son: A Father and Son's Bike Adventure across Japan
Sho and I raised money for a global tree-planting campaign, received press coverage around the world, and were named “Climate Heroes” by the United Nations.
I wrote a book about the experience, Rising Son: A Father and Son’s Bike Adventure Across Japan, and believe that the most precious gift a parent can give a child (besides love) is time.
I returned from Japan and dove back into my busy corporate life, but started planning how to change my profession so that I could take more trips like these with my kids. Finally, in 2011, I ended a 14-year career at Intel and became a writer and family adventurer, taking my kids on endurance challenges linked to charitable causes and writing about the experiences.
CYCLING AROUND ICELAND
A week after leaving Intel, I flew to Iceland to cycle the circumference of the country with Sho, age 10, on the trailer cycle and my 4-year-old daughter Saya in a bike trailer.
We carried about 100 pounds of gear and spent 46 days exploring Iceland’s rugged countryside. My wife Eiko joined us for the final 3 weeks of the ride. I was overwhelmed by Iceland’s remarkable beauty and the abundance of animal life. So much of the country’s natural environment remains pristine, but the effects of climate change are apparent. We talked with locals and scientists about the retreating glaciers and declining puffin population, and I wrote articles about our experience for the Huffington Post. I discovered another lesson: the more time kids spend in nature, the more connected they feel to the world around them, and the more they want to protect it.
CYCLING ACROSS EUROPE
Last summer, my kids and I cycled across Germany, Switzerland, France and England. Saya graduated to the trailer cycle, and Sho rode his own bike and carried his own gear.
CYCLING THE LEWIS & CLARK TRAIL ACROSS THE USA
This summer, my kids, now ages 6 and 12, and I are re-tracing the Lewis & Clark Trail in the U.S., cycling 1,700 miles from North Dakota across the Rockies to the Pacific Ocean. My wife will join us in the final week of the trip. You can track us on our blog here: http://familyadventureguy.blogspot.com.
As we cycle, my children and I will collect roadkill data for a project with Adventures and Scientists for Conservation designed to reduce the impact of roads on wildlife. We will also study Lewis & Clark’s remarkable expedition, the plants and animals they documented, and the Native Americans they encountered. I am writing a book about this experience, and my kids and I will give talks at schools and science museums after we return. I hope that a student who hears us will think, “If a 12-year-old boy and 6-year-old girl can ride bikes over the Rocky Mountains, I must be able to do some amazing things too!”

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NEW! apple seeds playroom open in Long Island City!
It’s true - apple seeds is still growing!
We are happy to announce that a 5th private playroom, in partnership with TFCornerstone, has opened in Long Island City at the East Coast Development - 4545 Center Blvd!
This brand new playroom features many of the signature exhibits found in the other apple seeds locations including the NYC taxi and deli, the Lego table and the infant-geared crawling area, the apartment building and shape sorter garden.
We are excited to expand to this new neighborhood and borough of NYC!
We are happy to announce that a 5th private playroom, in partnership with TFCornerstone, has opened in Long Island City at the East Coast Development - 4545 Center Blvd!
This brand new playroom features many of the signature exhibits found in the other apple seeds locations including the NYC taxi and deli, the Lego table and the infant-geared crawling area, the apartment building and shape sorter garden.
We are excited to expand to this new neighborhood and borough of NYC!
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Connecting with others – A Trip to the Airport
This story was first published on January 18, 2013, here. Look out for more original stories from our guest blogger, Janet! She’ll be talking to us about her life as a working mom of two and her attempts to make herself a better person. For more info about Janet, check out her awesome blog here!
I'm writing this at 5:30am in Detroit, MI.
I came here last night on business, and after saying farewell to my family and talking nonstop politics to the nice taxi driver, I was finally at the airport and waiting for my flight to leave. We were delayed at least two hours so I ate some dinner and grabbed some edamame to go from the Sushi bar.
I sat down in between a young early-20s woman with long, red hair and a mid-30s age Indian woman and her daughter. The girl looked to be about four or five, and was bouncing in her seat. She reminded me of my eldest daughter at that age, just idly singing to herself, in a language I didn't understand.
Halfway through my edamame snack, the young woman and I struck up a conversation. I tried to listen to her openly and with intent, focusing on her point of view, which worked out pretty well. In fact, it worked so well that she asked for my email address so we could keep in touch, which was SO UNUSUAL for me. Me, making friends at airports! :) I wonder if she'll write back?
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After a while of waiting we were told that our plane had arrived, but they had to clean it before we could board. I was still talking to the young woman when I heard the little girl next to me starting to get a bit loud. She had progressed to jumping on the heating unit, near the window, and was shouting. The mom was starting to look a little bit annoyed. I should mention that at one point earlier in my little airport adventure, the little girl had climbed under the seat to retrieve a toy, and had kicked me. The mom looked at me and said "sorry" and I said "not a problem, I have two at home, totally understand" and smiled.
The little girl got a bit louder. She had pulled her mom's luggage off of the chair and dragged it over to the waiting area by the plane. She got even louder now, saying the same phrase over and over (which I assume meant 'come on' or 'please' or 'mama' or something to that nature). She was nearly screaming it now, and I found myself pulled into looking at her. All I could think of was that this mom, this poor mom, she had been through so much already, taking care of her kid through airport security, through baggage maybe, then through the terminal, and then through waiting and keeping her entertained for hours and hours. So I interrupted my discussion with the young woman saying, "I'm sorry, but I feel so much for this mom, I have to do something" and ran through the terminal. I ran because I was worried about missing the boarding, as we were going to get on at any minute. (Just to make it clear how loud this girl was getting, I could still hear her as I ran through the terminal).I just kept thinking that this Mom was probably tired and done and just out of ideas for how to calm her daughter. I ran to the little candy/bookstore, scanned the shelves, and bought the first coloring book with markers I saw. It's not much, I thought, but maybe it will be a 'new toy' for a short while and give the Mom the break she (to my mind) so desperately needed.
I ran back with the book and thought, "how am I going to approach her, she's a stranger, really" but I ran right up to her. The little girl was still screaming and shouting and crying, jumping up and down, and the mom was just hanging on to her and keeping her from running off. I walked up to her and said, "Excuse me, I just would like to tell you that I know how you feel, I've been where you are, and if this will help you at all..." holding out the book. The little girl - stopped crying - and after a brief moment of hesitation - was soon coloring and sitting down and the mom looked 1 million times relieved. At first the mom had tried to make an excuse for the girl, "she's just tired, she really wants to get on the plane' but then just said, "um, yes, okay" to the book. I wasn't sure why she was trying to explain, at first, and I could tell she wasn't sure about getting something from a stranger, but when the mom accepted the book, she (and all of us at the terminal) seemed much happier for it.
At the time it wasn't the logical thing to do, it was the emotional thing. I was just going with my feelings for the mom, and acting on those feelings.
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A few people at the terminal stopped me on my way to the plane (we were boarding now) and commented, "That was a wonderful thing you did". I felt good getting their comments, but not as good as seeing the look of peace and gratefulness on this mom's face as we boarded the plane. Another person said to me that a few moments before (perhaps while I was off buying the book, since I didn't see this) an old man had come up to the mom and said loudly, "We don't need to hear your child crying. Quiet her down." I was horrified to hear this - although not surprised - but now I understood why she was trying to 'explain' herself to me. She thought I was coming up to scold her, too. Not true!
Finally, as I was getting on the plane, the airline bumped me up to a bigger seat free of charge. I didn't ask - they just did it. Paying it forward, I suppose.
I'm writing this at 5:30am in Detroit, MI.
I came here last night on business, and after saying farewell to my family and talking nonstop politics to the nice taxi driver, I was finally at the airport and waiting for my flight to leave. We were delayed at least two hours so I ate some dinner and grabbed some edamame to go from the Sushi bar.
I sat down in between a young early-20s woman with long, red hair and a mid-30s age Indian woman and her daughter. The girl looked to be about four or five, and was bouncing in her seat. She reminded me of my eldest daughter at that age, just idly singing to herself, in a language I didn't understand.
Halfway through my edamame snack, the young woman and I struck up a conversation. I tried to listen to her openly and with intent, focusing on her point of view, which worked out pretty well. In fact, it worked so well that she asked for my email address so we could keep in touch, which was SO UNUSUAL for me. Me, making friends at airports! :) I wonder if she'll write back?
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After a while of waiting we were told that our plane had arrived, but they had to clean it before we could board. I was still talking to the young woman when I heard the little girl next to me starting to get a bit loud. She had progressed to jumping on the heating unit, near the window, and was shouting. The mom was starting to look a little bit annoyed. I should mention that at one point earlier in my little airport adventure, the little girl had climbed under the seat to retrieve a toy, and had kicked me. The mom looked at me and said "sorry" and I said "not a problem, I have two at home, totally understand" and smiled.
The little girl got a bit louder. She had pulled her mom's luggage off of the chair and dragged it over to the waiting area by the plane. She got even louder now, saying the same phrase over and over (which I assume meant 'come on' or 'please' or 'mama' or something to that nature). She was nearly screaming it now, and I found myself pulled into looking at her. All I could think of was that this mom, this poor mom, she had been through so much already, taking care of her kid through airport security, through baggage maybe, then through the terminal, and then through waiting and keeping her entertained for hours and hours. So I interrupted my discussion with the young woman saying, "I'm sorry, but I feel so much for this mom, I have to do something" and ran through the terminal. I ran because I was worried about missing the boarding, as we were going to get on at any minute. (Just to make it clear how loud this girl was getting, I could still hear her as I ran through the terminal).I just kept thinking that this Mom was probably tired and done and just out of ideas for how to calm her daughter. I ran to the little candy/bookstore, scanned the shelves, and bought the first coloring book with markers I saw. It's not much, I thought, but maybe it will be a 'new toy' for a short while and give the Mom the break she (to my mind) so desperately needed.
I ran back with the book and thought, "how am I going to approach her, she's a stranger, really" but I ran right up to her. The little girl was still screaming and shouting and crying, jumping up and down, and the mom was just hanging on to her and keeping her from running off. I walked up to her and said, "Excuse me, I just would like to tell you that I know how you feel, I've been where you are, and if this will help you at all..." holding out the book. The little girl - stopped crying - and after a brief moment of hesitation - was soon coloring and sitting down and the mom looked 1 million times relieved. At first the mom had tried to make an excuse for the girl, "she's just tired, she really wants to get on the plane' but then just said, "um, yes, okay" to the book. I wasn't sure why she was trying to explain, at first, and I could tell she wasn't sure about getting something from a stranger, but when the mom accepted the book, she (and all of us at the terminal) seemed much happier for it.
At the time it wasn't the logical thing to do, it was the emotional thing. I was just going with my feelings for the mom, and acting on those feelings.
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A few people at the terminal stopped me on my way to the plane (we were boarding now) and commented, "That was a wonderful thing you did". I felt good getting their comments, but not as good as seeing the look of peace and gratefulness on this mom's face as we boarded the plane. Another person said to me that a few moments before (perhaps while I was off buying the book, since I didn't see this) an old man had come up to the mom and said loudly, "We don't need to hear your child crying. Quiet her down." I was horrified to hear this - although not surprised - but now I understood why she was trying to 'explain' herself to me. She thought I was coming up to scold her, too. Not true!
Finally, as I was getting on the plane, the airline bumped me up to a bigger seat free of charge. I didn't ask - they just did it. Paying it forward, I suppose.
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Oval Kids by apple seeds is now OPEN!
We are so EXCITED to announce that Oval Kids by apple seeds in Peter Cooper Village Stuyvesant Town is officially OPEN! We are thrilled to be joining this community and cannot wait to get to know a whole new set of families. We are thrilled to show you the BRAND NEW indoor playground exhibits and the colorful space. Come visit us and take a look.
songs for seeds, our award-winning music program to newborn-5 years will begin on Tuesday, July 16th at Oval Kids by apple seeds. Ask us about dates, times and a FREE demo!
For more information about membership and songs for seeds please visit our website at www.appleseedsovalkids.com or call us at 212.792.7590.
We will see you on the playground and in songs for seeds class!
songs for seeds, our award-winning music program to newborn-5 years will begin on Tuesday, July 16th at Oval Kids by apple seeds. Ask us about dates, times and a FREE demo!
For more information about membership and songs for seeds please visit our website at www.appleseedsovalkids.com or call us at 212.792.7590.
We will see you on the playground and in songs for seeds class!
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help us make a difference!
If you could do one thing to help save a child’s life every day, would you? apple seeds has partnered with Dailygood by Goodsearch.com to provide our community with one one-minute thing to do each day (like do an internet search, play a game, watch a video….) that will raise money for Cookies for Kids Cancer. So far Goodsearch has raised more than $10 million for good causes. We are working to harness the power of the apple seeds community to raise $10,000 for Cookies for Kids Cancer. This does not cost you one dime and can make a world of difference in the life of a child who needs a community behind her. Please help us with this mission.
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Wednesdays with Wendy: Vacation - Myths and Facts
Welcome to this month's Wednesdays with Wendy post - just in time for the 4th of July holiday!
Vacation: Myths and Facts
by Wendy Bradford
I write to you from the picturesque village of Westhampton Beach. We are sharing a house with my family for the week of July 4th. Months ago, I began the search for a house we could share for our summer vacation--to give the kids the gift of living in a house with a pool, by the beach, for seven days. Away from the city. To give the kids memories of a lifetime of their grandparents and uncle.
I searched tirelessly for a house within our budget, within "acceptable" driving distance (we need to reach our destination before the kids melt completely down or I lose my mind and begin babbling about jumping out of a moving vehicle).
And I found the perfect family retreat. The kids asked excitedly for weeks--months--about "baycation." Who's going? What will we do? Who lives there? What does the house look like? Where will we sleep? Is there a pool? Will we go to the beach?
Within the first hours of our vacation, I realized something that may change me forever: vacations with children are booked on myths, and lived through on the facts. I'd like to share some of what I learned. Lest you make similar mistakes.
Myth: Children will be excited and joyful when they reach the vacation home if you spend weeks going over all the details with them, so that they won't be surprised or uncomfortable in a new surrounding.
Fact: My children wouldn't step on the floor of the house. They wouldn't sit on the toilet in the bathroom. One peed herself rather than go into the bathroom. One peed all over the bathroom because he was so frantic with unnamed fear.
Myth: Researching area attractions will ensure you have plenty to do with the kids on a rainy day.
Fact: We spent $200 on admission the Aquarium and then three hours begging the kids to stop whining; crying; hitting each other; screaming for food, toys, and to be picked up. And because we paid extra for the butterfly exhibit, they are terrified of butterflies.
Myth: City kids need to spend time in the country.
Fact: A small bug can derail an entire trip.
Myth: All the swimming and activity will wear kids out, and the fresh country air will make for early and sound sleeping.
Fact: It is 10:15 p.m., and my kids are still awake.
Myth: It is always better to make the best of a situation. You can't predict the weather or anything else that may happen on your vacation with kids, so be prepared to be flexible.
Fact: GET IN THE GODDAMN POOL AND ENJOY YOURSELF! is a perfectly acceptable way to end the afternoon.
Myth: Trips to the beach with your small children are magical. Building sandcastles and wading into the waves with your kids are priceless parenting experiences.
Fact: Have you been to the beach with kids? Beyond the days of preparation of snacks, drinks, toys, towels, hats, sunglasses, endless applications of sunscreen, there is scorching sand and/or rocks. One of my children loves the water, one refused to get out of the car. One is convinced there are sharks waiting for her. (Thank you Aquarium trip.)
Myth: Exposing children to different foods on vacation will give them an appreciation of diverse foods and the foundation for healthy eating habits.
Fact: Gummy bears, cookies, and squeezies. That's it.
Myth: It is wonderful to have family around to help out.
Fact: ...And to witness my ability to string together several curse words when my children won't stop playing at the top of the *&^%$#$ stairs.
Myth: These are the best days of our lives.
Fact: Next week, I will indeed believe that.


Vacation: Myths and Facts
by Wendy Bradford
I write to you from the picturesque village of Westhampton Beach. We are sharing a house with my family for the week of July 4th. Months ago, I began the search for a house we could share for our summer vacation--to give the kids the gift of living in a house with a pool, by the beach, for seven days. Away from the city. To give the kids memories of a lifetime of their grandparents and uncle.
I searched tirelessly for a house within our budget, within "acceptable" driving distance (we need to reach our destination before the kids melt completely down or I lose my mind and begin babbling about jumping out of a moving vehicle).
And I found the perfect family retreat. The kids asked excitedly for weeks--months--about "baycation." Who's going? What will we do? Who lives there? What does the house look like? Where will we sleep? Is there a pool? Will we go to the beach?
Within the first hours of our vacation, I realized something that may change me forever: vacations with children are booked on myths, and lived through on the facts. I'd like to share some of what I learned. Lest you make similar mistakes.
Myth: Children will be excited and joyful when they reach the vacation home if you spend weeks going over all the details with them, so that they won't be surprised or uncomfortable in a new surrounding.
Fact: My children wouldn't step on the floor of the house. They wouldn't sit on the toilet in the bathroom. One peed herself rather than go into the bathroom. One peed all over the bathroom because he was so frantic with unnamed fear.
Myth: Researching area attractions will ensure you have plenty to do with the kids on a rainy day.
Fact: We spent $200 on admission the Aquarium and then three hours begging the kids to stop whining; crying; hitting each other; screaming for food, toys, and to be picked up. And because we paid extra for the butterfly exhibit, they are terrified of butterflies.
Myth: City kids need to spend time in the country.
Fact: A small bug can derail an entire trip.
Myth: All the swimming and activity will wear kids out, and the fresh country air will make for early and sound sleeping.
Fact: It is 10:15 p.m., and my kids are still awake.
Myth: It is always better to make the best of a situation. You can't predict the weather or anything else that may happen on your vacation with kids, so be prepared to be flexible.
Fact: GET IN THE GODDAMN POOL AND ENJOY YOURSELF! is a perfectly acceptable way to end the afternoon.
Myth: Trips to the beach with your small children are magical. Building sandcastles and wading into the waves with your kids are priceless parenting experiences.
Fact: Have you been to the beach with kids? Beyond the days of preparation of snacks, drinks, toys, towels, hats, sunglasses, endless applications of sunscreen, there is scorching sand and/or rocks. One of my children loves the water, one refused to get out of the car. One is convinced there are sharks waiting for her. (Thank you Aquarium trip.)
Myth: Exposing children to different foods on vacation will give them an appreciation of diverse foods and the foundation for healthy eating habits.
Fact: Gummy bears, cookies, and squeezies. That's it.
Myth: It is wonderful to have family around to help out.
Fact: ...And to witness my ability to string together several curse words when my children won't stop playing at the top of the *&^%$#$ stairs.
Myth: These are the best days of our lives.
Fact: Next week, I will indeed believe that.