Sometimes, I leave the house on
my motorcycle with my only intent being to take the next right turn or the next
left turn. The most amazing find on
these serendipitous trips has been the frequency with which roads lead to a
trailhead or series of trailheads.
Too many years too late, I
realize I am in a hiker’s paradise.
Shall I park the bike and see
where that trail goes? There is a pull to do it, but having had both legs run
over by a car a few years back and an aging hip declaring it is time for a replacement,
I turn the bike around and look for new roads to explore.
While I ride, I think. I see
Issaquah as the antidote to a serious issue raised by the naturalist and author
Richard Louv in his book “Last Child in the Woods.” Louv coins a phrase he
calls “nature deficit disorder.” He
claims that in a high tech environment, kids need exposure to nature if they
are going to develop normally.
When I think about this, I
think about the many boyhood hours I whiled away playing in the woods of
Roslyn. Our house was on the edge of
town, and it was out the back door, across and alley, and into the woods. It
was my brothers’ and my unrestricted playground. I followed it with 30 years of
Alaskan out-of-doors and 20 years of Arkansas, the self-proclaimed “natural
state.”
At the age of 70, I still like
to pitch a tent in the woods around Salmon La Sac, sit in a chair, watch the
night sky chase the daylight away and marvel at the “starry, starry sky.” In early
morning, I brew a cup of coffee, heat up a Cup-O-Noodles for breakfast and
watch the daylight now dispatch the darkness. It is an experience every child
should have occasionally, as it is a terrific balance to the touch screen
existence they live.
You may not be able to take the
kids on an overnighter, but many trails around Issaquah provide a great way to
let the kids experience the work of a Creator rather than always the work of
the creature. So, pack a lunch, load the kids in the car, find a trailhead, and
don’t forget the Discover Pass, a real bargain at $30.
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