Our family is committed to the fight against breast cancer. It began about 10 years ago when a dear friend was diagnosed. Then another. Then a cousin. Amazingly, we’ve never lost anyone.
I credit the incredible advances in awareness, early detection, and improved treatment. So does the American Cancer Society. Deaths from breast cancer have been declining since 1989, but we have a long way to go. One in eight women will develop breast cancer in their lives.
My wife and I have three wonderful children, two of which are girls. We both have sisters and mothers. That’s seven women who are incredibly close to us. The likelihood that one of them will suffer from breast cancer is far too high to ignore.
It’s important that we teach our kids the importance of helping others so we’re happy to participate.
And, of course, it’s fun.
This year I brought only my 10 year old daughter since the rest of the family was down with flu. We arrived early before the event to set up, but were done in time for my daughter to run the Little Romper Dash. Yes, it might be a little unfair that a Junior Ambassador, someone extremely comfortable on snowshoes, won the race, but after setting up tables in 10F weather I wasn’t going to deny her.
We romped with everyone else and felt the community of 1,100 snowshoers lending their stomps to a good cause. Aside from the wave of pink that swept up the trail, it was clear from the spirits of the rompers that they were united.
We made a little detour on the way back and got off the beaten track for a little bit. For those that have only experienced snowshoeing on a hard-packed road, you owe it to yourself to find some fresh snow for a walk through the woods. That’s when I feel most connected with nature and can lose myself in thought.
We worked with the rest of the volunteers and Romp staff to break down the event after most everyone else was gone. A strong team made for quick work.
On the way home we made a quick stop along the way to marvel at frozen Deception Falls. Once again nature amazed us and even though the highway was directly above us we couldn’t hear the cars for the roar of the river beneath the ice.
This was our fourth year at the Romp to Stomp, our second as Ambassadors. Without a doubt we’ll be back next year. I hope we’ll see you there, too.