TWO ADVENTURERS AND A BABY

I had just turned 36 and I was a new mother. Morgan was six months old when my husband Justin and I decided to go on a walk, a big walk, an 1,800km walk through the Australian Outback, with our one-year-old in tow.

I did not make this decision because my new ‘mum life’ fitted seamlessly with what motherhood looked like on Instagram: filled with endless new baby bliss. In fact, it was the opposite. While I loved this little person more than my heart could hold, amidst the sleep deprivation, baby routines and constant responsibility, Justin and I found ourselves missing our independence and mourning our freedom to just head out the door and do what we like. I yearned for wildness, for adventure and not just in the gated confines of an urban kids’ playground. And so we decided to go on a pilgrimage, a parenthood pilgrimage,