We live in the glorious mountains of Colorado but my older daughter is more suited to gritty city life. Whenever we want to take a hike, we need to call it something else, like an "exploration" or "treasure hunt," because apparently she's averse to putting one foot in front of the other upon command. In August, we set out on a hike to a spot called Hanging Lake with promises of ice cream upon our return. For the first time ever, she didn't complain, and she actually enjoyed it from start to finish. Unfortunately, she refused to walk down the block the next day, but it was a start, anyway.