We set off up a small stream with no path, just me and one of the kids. She was thrilled, bouncing ahead and splashing into the water without hesitation. There was no trail to guide us, just rocks to hop over, branches to duck under, and the steady sound of the stream winding its way through the trees. Each little obstacle felt like a new discovery—a mossy rock here, a shiny stone there. For her, every step felt like a small victory.

On the way up, she took her time, inspecting leaves and sticks, occasionally pointing things out with the excitement only kids can muster. She laughed whenever her shoes slipped in the water, not minding a bit when her pants got wet. With each step, she got braver, happily stepping into the deeper parts and challenging herself to cross even slipperier stones. There was no rush or goal, just pure enjoyment of being somewhere wild and free.

The way back was even better. She wasn’t worried about getting wet anymore; she was already soaked! Every splash was an invitation to play, every stumble a chance to laugh it off. It wasn’t like a regular hike with a clear path to follow. This little adventure was raw and messy in the best way, and seeing her joy in the simple things reminded me why getting off the beaten path is sometimes the best way to explore.