Footsteps

Yesterday, my youngest two kids played “in-town tourist” with me. For me, the practical application of this concept involves walking past the remaining laundry pile(s) from soccer camp, deciding to “make do” instead of make yet another grocery trip, and ignoring all things electronic.

I can do most of the above with alarming ease as long as there’s chocolate milk in the fridge (For me, this marks the sharp descent from “flexibility” into unnecessary hardship..).

The consensus choice for the first stop of our in-town “tour” was our treasure of a metro park, “Inniswood Gardens“. Absent the requisite metro park signage, one might believe they were in a privately-tended, admission-funded attraction. With 121 acres of parkland tucked amongst the neighborhoods of Westerville, Ohio this garden-park is one of our favorite escapes. Inniswood is a near-perfect blending of man’s whims and nature’s generous surprises, replete with rocky waterfalls, lush stately arbors, bustling pond communities, and vibrant imaginative plantings. Once the rolling estate land of sisters Mary and Grace Innis, the park is now tended by over two hundred volunteers and park employees. And it’s never the same… It’s “new” every season with breath-altering nuances that nudge the senses and invite their full engagement.

With both densely wooded trails and wheel-chair accessible paved paths, the Gardens have opportunities for all. A homestead area with barn, orchard and miniature house has a working water pump and is invariably surrounded by drenched and delighted children throughout the spring and summer months. The Sisters’ Garden was designed to “nurture the nature of the child in everyone”; it features a charming ivied “ruins” at the end of a trellised path. Herbs, flowers and trees are well-labeled throughout Inniswood, satisfying both the curious wanderer and the serious gardener.

Currently, David Rogers’ “Big Bugs” are nestled into the grasses and ponds of Inniswood.

These giant creatures are fashioned from combinations of cedar, willow, black locust and willow trees. Enormous ants, measuring ten feet in height, march the perimeter of a large bowled field at the northwest end of the park. A sixty pound spider rests on its twelve by twelve foot web of willow spun upright between two pines near the park entrance. Similarly over-sized and anatomically correct insect companions include a ladybug, assassin bug, praying mantis, and damselfly. The exhibit runs through October 14th, and based on the use of overflow parking yesterday, it looks to be an immensely popular and successful venture for the Columbus Metro Parks.

We’ll be frequent visitors, but we would be anyways. The advantage to being “in-town” tourists is proximity. And the ability to hit the grocery store on the way back home…

Tags: 1 Adult/3 Children, Inniswood Metro Park, Ohio, Outdoor Adventures by Heather Dugan
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My parents’ first home had an empty living room for many years. For my three sisters and me, that was a welcome extension of our play space. But for my parents, it represented a decision that enriched our lives.

The story goes that when my dad purchased a camper, the neighbor girl next door wanted one for her family too. Within a couple of days, Julie rang our front doorbell, stepped in far enough to peer into the vacant room just off the entry, and then wordlessly walked past my mother and back home. We found out later that her visit was to verify her mom’s explanation that, “Yes, the Dugans may have a camper, but they don’t have any living room furniture!”

That room eventually gained my grandparents’ baby grand piano, and later, a sofa, love seat, and a couple of swivel chairs. By then, however, my dad had already driven us through most of the United States and Canada. His curiosity took us up the east coast and by ferry boat to Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island. It carried us across the Plains, into the Southwest, and even north to Alaska. I remember fresh lobster at Peggy’s Cove, a late lunch atop the revolving Space Needle with views of Mount Rainier and a pre-eruptive Mount St. Helens in Seattle, fresh salmon in Fairbanks, and countless peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on the road.

There was the occasional battle for a KOA or Jellystone RV Park where my sisters and I luxuriated in chlorinated pools and ate canned stew as our camper sat, resignedly parked within a grid of lots that felt strangely similar to the suburbs of home. The remote sites next to untouched streams or under canopied pines are the mental snapshots that linger with clearest focus, however. These unexplored playgrounds of rocks and trees and water held wonderful secrets for even the casual explorer. We reveled in the acoustics of our “concert performances” atop giant boulders in the northwestern woods. We optimistically tossed rock after rock into the edge of a crystalline Canadian lake in hopes of crossing to the mountain on the other side. We sketched the elaborate homes our imaginations imprinted within the eerie majesty of Bryce and Zion’s pinnacles and cathedrals.

Dad eventually “upgraded” to a motor home, apparently realizing that five females would never make it up the unpaved (at that time) Al-Can highway without restroom stops. Alaska had been on his travel list for years and was our lengthiest summer adventure.

We ferried up the Inward Passage, spending our nights in sleeping bags stretched across the boat deck.

We camped beside Mendenhall Glacier, peeking at a fresh iceberg through our bunk window in the starlight.

We traveled up Mt. Denali, which was just as majestic and rife with wildlife back then when it was “Mt. McKinley”. Through Fairbanks and the Yukon… We made it as far north as a family could at that time to Pt Barrow, the northernmost US community, and a young Eskimo girl became my newest friend and most distant pen pal.

We learned in spite of ourselves. We were on vacation but history and geography lessons seeped into our curious minds. I took my first photographs with my dad’s old Brownie and began journaling in green stenographer notebooks. Wish I knew where those pages were today…

My parents died young; about seven years ago now… In the moments I miss them most, I slide back into these distant memories; to the family explorations that fueled the curiosity that drives me yet today. I smile when I remember that empty living room and am so thankful my parents filled young girls with dreams before they filled their floor space.

*Forgive the old photos. I took them as a twelve-year old in August of 1974, and they hold more sweet memories than pixels…

Tags: 1 Adult/3 Children, Alaska, General Interest, Heart-to-Heart by Heather Dugan
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