Although freshly fallen snow covers some things up, in other ways it allows us to see.
Who has been here?
Was it you?
When we arrived at our site, we wondered: who has been here? Who has ruffled up these leaves and made these circles in the dirt?
We searched around, and here's what we found nearby:
Can you believe it?? Wild turkey tracks! Perhaps these wild turkeys have been visiting our site all the time, but we've only been able to see the evidence today.
We listened to a story about sticks that reminded us to "stick together." Then we got ready to build a fire. We collected handfuls of sticks that were in 3 sizes of thickness: strings, pencils, and thumbs.
Then we explored the woods a bit. We found a shelter big enough for our whole group:
How long does it take to get our whole group up the hill, using this rope? Our record time: 25 seconds.
Slipping and sliding down the snow and leaf-covered hill:
Playing on Cocoa, the hot cocoa-breathing dragon:
We talked about how to be safe around a fire, how to build a fire, and how to clean up a fire so that we leave no trace. As we gazed at our little fire, songs and stories emerged.
"It was November--the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul." ~ L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Hammers, Huge Swings, and the Freedom to Play