A year ago this weekend my power was out and the DC Metro area, along with a great portion of the east coast, was blanketed with massive amounts of snow.
The unseasonable weather the past few days reached into the 50s and 60s. Yesterday I joined many locals who were taking advantage of the mild temps on the trails in Sligo Creek Park. The route I take ends up being a little over 6 miles. It’s a nostalgia walk because I find myself on the same path near the same wooded area my brothers and I played in as children. I vividly recall walking through these huge water tunnels that run underneath the main road so we could get to the other side sans traffic.
I love nature walks. I love the neighborly nod exchange that happens. The nod may not always be reciprocated, but I dish it out regardless because that’s just how I roll. I love seeing what appears to be Stand By Me adventures among the pack of friends I pass along the way.
Before merging onto the trail I encountered one group of boys skate boarding and shooting a hockey puck in a net outside of a house. I wondered if 30 years from now they’d come back to the neighborhood and have the same feeling I do today about playing outside as a child. It’s that carefree sensation and pure pleasure of exploring the outdoors; a sensation I wish could be bottled up and pulled off the shelf whenever you needed a boost. With electronic devises ruling the roost and helicopter parenting I imagine there is a large amount of children these days that have never experienced this. Well, if they can’t go exploring maybe there’s an app for that.