Off the Original Path

I rave about the wonders of a family hike to most anyone who listens. When we first moved here, finding trails and natural places to explore were first on our list. The space it gives each of us, the intimate connection to the natural world, the learning about our environment we get without little to no effort. The little to no cost is great, the fresh air and exercise, a different passing of time that happens, I sing the praises of each part.

But sometimes. Occasionally. There is a hike that crumbles very quickly, that is more draining than fuelling. A family member emotionally melts down, snow in the boots or wet mitts in the first five minutes, the bad moods never lifting. Attempts to salvage, with snack, a sip of water, suggestions to climb a tree or play hide and seek, don't work on these days. It is then, that you hope you have the wisdom or courage to throw in the towel. To pack up and head home for hot chocolate and books, or tea and a movie.

These days don't happen often, the woods usually does cure what is ailing us. But when it does happen I am grateful to be able to let go of any of those original expectations and go with the new flow. The other day we had one of those days. The car ride, the boots full of snow, the original trail being closed, the refusal to walk or ride. All these telling us to throw in the towel. We tried to pull it together, but it was clear the hike was done!

In one last hurrah we headed to the tubing hill for some sliding. Thank goodness for that hill, it put a smile on every one's face and tired everyone out from walking back up the hill. Yay for unexpected paths that save the day!