The last time we saw this family was in a parking lot in San Cristobel, Chiapas. We had spent a week together in Ocosingo, waiting for their trailer brake drum to arrive. Before that, we camped in the waterfalls in Chiapas together, and even before that, Mahahual. You know where we met them? Where we camped near Cancun. We were there to meet my mom flying in and they were also there for family.
We hit it off fast – and I don’t think it’s just because there are so few families with little kids traveling in Mexico (Andrew was actually on his Canadian paternity leave – little Johnny was almost a newborn when they left). I think it’s because they are genuine people – and they do super rad things like build rafts out of twigs in odd moments with the kids. They are climbers with this enormously contagious zest for life that is thoroughly soaked in their love for humanity and their commitment to walking the talk.
As a family and as individuals, they are some of the nicest people we’ve ever met in our lives, point blank.
Here are some photos:
We love them. We are sad they left. I think we might have to plan a trip to Canada and visit these guys…