If you missed our first adventure to Lewis Creek you can read it Here. Then check back soon for part 3 of our adventure.
After a five month absence we decided to check out the Lewis Creek trail again. I like to show Squishy how the seasons affect our natural play grounds. When he can see and touch and sometimes taste the changes to his environment, the movement of time becomes more real to him. In the spring our trail was muddied by errant streams searching for the creek bed. As we walked the path at the end of summer, the only signs of water were jagged cracks in the packed dirt.
Even the air felt different. There were no cool breezes coming up from the creek, dust and pollen clung to our skin, and swarms of bugs whistled past our ears. (Guess who forgot bug spray this trip!) In the spring we delighted in the wildflowers and edible plants littering the side of the trail. As summer closes her eyes, our wild flowers have also gone to sleep. Turning brown and crunchy underfoot.
Through the wonder of a child’s eyes, I was able to see the beauty that the climb still held. The path was forever changed, yes, but it was still miraculous.
These are not your everyday dandelions. No, these are Ginormous “wishes” set about the forest for little boys to find. We stopped at every spider web, puzzling over who made them. *spoiler alert: Slim tells us that Charlotte is responsible for all the ones we saw. Every ladybug had to be touched and examined, and every butterfly delighted over.
About half way up the trail Squish got tired of wearing his shoes. He wore his favorite shoes in the pit (a giant mud hole in our back yard) the day before this adventure, and had to settle for his backup shoes. It was a completely new way to experience the trail for him, and he was thrilled when I let him get rid of the constraints. When he sat down in the middle of the trail to complain, I saw the signs of a meltdown coming and knew I had to make a choice.
Have you ever had to throw out conventional thought. I mean who lets their kid run through the woods barefoot these days? What would other people on the trail think? What if he stepped on glass or worse??? I had a split second to weigh all my thoughts with the reality of who I was dealing with. Squish had decided his shoes were unbearable. If he continued to wear them, he would be unbearable. It was as simple and as hard as that.
~Below is a small clip from our hiking adventure~