One of the New West writers recounts a hike with her month-old baby. This was my favorite part.

Nursing in the Woods: Not as Freaky as Anticipated

The kid was going to need to eat a few times along our hike, and I knew what that meant: Me, topless, in the woods. After a month of spending eight hours a day topless around our house, however, my resistance to this idea was considerably diminished. Although the initial fear of breastfeeding in public kept me from leaving the house for weeks, desperation has helped me develop various techniques and cloaking devices to prevent passersby from throwing Mardi Gras beads at me whenever I feed the baby.

Climb_CA at GoBlog has further toting-the-baby advice.