Today we’re headed north to Vermont where in addition to spending lots of time with family and friends to say good-bye to my father, we will ski and sled and possibly snowshoe on all of the wonderful snow that has recently fallen. I’m looking forward to a week both fun and sad. It seems a fitting way to honor a man who loved nothing more than a long day outside. Preferably one that involved either climbing up a mountain or soaring down it.
For those of you who may be stuck closer to home with fewer options for enjoying winter sports, I offer this photograph. Last January Teddy and I took a long winter walk at White Clay Creek State Park, which is about five minutes from our house. We talked about how the winter woods are different from the summer woods. We looked for deer beds and peered into tree trunks to see if we could find any sleeping animals. And we poked the ice for a long time, watching the sun glint on the cracks we made like it would on the facets on a diamond.
You don’t need a ski lift to have a good time outdoors in the winter with your children – sometimes all it takes is a sturdy stick, a good pair of boots, and some hot chocolate waiting at home.