“My friends are probably at home playing video games, and I’m pulling a canoe upriver in Borneo!” shouted our son, Russell, eight years old at the time, as we made our way to my research station deep in the rainforests of Indonesia’s Gunung Palung National Park, one of the last strongholds of the endangered Bornean orangutan. The real world always beats electronics. That’s the essence of why my husband, Tim Laman, and I have brought Russell and our daughter, Jessica, to this isolated rainforest camp annually, as I check in on my long-term project studying wild orangutans, and Tim takes photographs for National Geographic Magazine.
Travelling with children in tow may seem like a challenge, but with a bit of planning it’s doable, even to the most obscure places. If you start when they’re babies, they (and you) will soon be experts. Involve your kids in planning the trip so they’ll feel invested in it. And always carry a big book to relieve the tedium of inevitable travel delays. Last year I read Tolkein’s Lord of the Rings out loud to the whole family, which ended up being a memorable shared experience. We’ve been lucky enough to have these opportunities to travel to wild places with our children, but the thrill of nature can be as close as your own backyard. Whether kayaking on your local pond or camping in a rainforest in Southeast Asia, there’s nothing that surpasses seeing nature again for the first time in the eyes of your child.
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BANG! Crunch! A heavy fruit falls from the high canopy and lands on the tin roof of our hut, waking me. I sit up, engulfed in the ruckus of the Borneo rainforest. I pull on my boots and set off along the trail toward the main camp. Our rustic jungle hut consists of a single room with three wooden walls and one half wall, elevated above the rainforest floor and sheltered by a tin roof. Since the age of five I have travelled to my mom’s remote orangutan research station in Gunung Palung as part of my summer vacation. Seven years later it only amazes me more. I take a big gulp of the fresh air. The rainforest abounds with life. Even if I may not be able to see all those tiny whirring insects or songbirds hidden high in the canopy, that sense of life flows through me, filling me with energy.
My sister and I join my dad and other members of the research team in tracking a big male orangutan who is swinging through the rainforest canopy, spectacular-looking with his giant cheek pads. We follow him on his journey to find food, spending a few minutes in one tree before moving on to the next. Of all the animals and plants in the Bornean rainforest, the orangutan is the ultimate find. Its effortless motion through the treetops, paired with its human-like interactions, makes it an extraordinary sight. Although orangutans do not usually travel in groups, each moment they do interact is a touching reminder of how similar they are to us. We watch him until he settles down for the night. Then we don our headlamps and get out our compasses and maps. Predictably, Dad says, “Okay, kids, you lead us back to camp.” And we do just that.