Taking off my hiking boots and Smartwool socks, I step barefoot into the rushing water, telling my six-year-old son to climb up on my back. The river is cold and swift, and there’s simply no easy way to ford it. We are in a wild section of the Catskill mountains in upstate New York, and the only viable camping spot is on the other side …
Notes: Hiking The Catskills With Six-Year-Olds