On Making Room for Tiny Adventures and Remembering How to Play in the Snow
|Philadelphia's Rittenhouse Square mid-storm. So beautiful and peaceful.|
After spending a few days adventuring in and around Grand Teton National Park, Yellowstone National Park, and Utah, a little bit of snow didn’t seem like a big deal at first. How could a foot in a major city compare to what we had access to in the country’s first national park, for example? Snowshoeing, cross country skiing, alpine skiing, dogsledding and all of the other incredible opportunities for outdoor recreation aren’t something those of us who live in urban areas like Philadelphia have available on a regular basis, and for that reason, when they are available, they’re pretty special.
|Snow, snow, and more snow, and it just kept coming down!|
After one of the big snowfalls this year, a fellow snow lover and I met in a small city park one evening because we’d both lamented about not remembering how to really play in the snow – the kind of play that doesn’t involve lift tickets or a gear closet full of equipment. The kind of play that makes you feel silly at first, but then after a second, the amount of fun you're having forces you you abandon all adult sensibilities. The result? Emotionally and physically freeing levels of enjoyment.
I'd bundled up head to toe – base layers, snow pants, ski jacket, hat, gloves, the works – and prepared to spend as much time as I could stand running around in the snow. We made snow angels and did our best to make snowballs despite how dry the snow was. We played on a playground that was much too small for us, including careening down a snow-covered slide into a snow bank. We fell into snow banks in the park and on the way home, entirely on purpose. I caught myself thinking about the lack of good sledding hills and contemplated trying to build a snow fort before heading inside to drink as much hot cocoa as I could handle.
|My patio post-storm, definitely not a normal look!|
As inspiring as it is to explore new places, we don’t have to take epic trips across the country to enjoy being outdoors. My night playing in the snow with reckless abandon in a tiny park in Philadelphia was a wonderful reminder that being open to the possibility of adventure everywhere can make life a lot more exciting.
So, this winter, get outside and have your own adventures, big and small, and make sure you don’t forget what it’s like to play! Thanks to friend Eliz for inspiring me with her "tiny adventures" series. What tiny adventures have you had recently?