Last week was Owen's first without preschool, and we celebrated our new all-homeschool, all-the-time status with a trip to a favorite old haunt of mine:
A reservoir - or, more specifically, a huge big rock that juts out over the reservoir, a place I used to bike to when I needed to sit and think starting from about age 12 or so.
Luke called it a 'rock playground.'
Could I imagine any possible world in which he would be biking here, in a short 4 years, when he's 12? No; sadly, it's a different world we live in now. (Although Lenore Skenazy's trying to change this!)
But the place is still here to explore, still in its' beautiful, pristine condition, just the way I remember it.