It’s time to go back to school, again.
We peeked in at Slugsylvania, which is pretty deserted at this point in the year. We kicked some rocks down the dusty road and chatted about the day to come.
One kid is excited. One kid is less excited. One parent is delighted. One parent is less delighted.
Summer is my season. It’s my very favorite time of the year and I’d be lying if I said it makes me happy to see it end. We didn’t achieve all our summer goals. In fact, we only fully achieved one of them: going to someplace new to Roque Bluffs State Park. The rest kind of faded away in a flurry of family trips, work obligations, and front porch sitting.
Goals aside, it turns out that what we all really needed this summer was a lot of front porch sitting. So that’s what we did. We spent a lot of time sitting on our porch, which made it a pretty good summer, actually, we just didn’t check a lot off the list.
But as I look at that list of goals from the spring, I don’t see anything that can’t be done this fall. Or, for the most part, this winter.
Why can’t we go camping at Cobscook State Park in September? Who says we can’t lazily paddle around a pond in October? Why can’t our ambitious goal be skiing the Maine Huts and Trails system?
One of the things I’ve learned about parenting outdoors over the years is that I tend to lie to myself a lot about the summer. Summer is the only acceptable time to adventuring. The rest of the year is meant for…what? Buckling down at work and school? Concentrating on scheduled sports? Staying indoors?
I’m done with that. This morning, I gave myself a stern talking-to.
Plenty of adventure awaits. I just need to expand my horizons and stop lying to myself about when fun is allowed.
Sure, right now, it’s back to school.
But there’s always time for a hike after.