When my daughters were little my husband Rob and I would take them on long walks through the Mazo marsh, or on hikes at Devil’s Lake or nearby Blackhawk Ridge. Our walks usually resulted in a new discovery of some kind; an abandoned nest, animal or bird tracks, or a brief glimpse of a heron , sandhill crane or turkey vulture.
I owe my love for the outdoors to my mom. She favored horseback riding to hiking so I spent a lot of time on trail rides with her when I was a kid. As I got older I would head out with my dog on aimless walks along the creek behind my house. Not really looking for anything. Just being.
I read Michael Bryson’s post today and it brought me back to those earlier times with my family. Look for his daughter’s poem at the end. It says it all.