There's a poster I've seen around that reads, "Eat organic food, or as your grandparents called it 'food.'" I thought of that poster as Bob and I went to play at a special mud play area or as your grandparents called it, "play." When I was a kid there were fields and empty lots to run in and forts to be made. Now, here in our neck of the suburbs, we have planned play-dates and carefully structured playgrounds. These are lovely but there is an absence of down and dirty playing. We went in search of old school adventure.
There was a large pond with pallets for floating on. Or falling off of, as I did.
The muddy slide was very popular.
As was the splash landing.
There were numerous tree forts and piles of wood and hammers. Nails were given out for building.
It took us an hour and five freeways to get there but it was worth it for a day in the dirt.