When the temperature creeps up into the 50s during this sort of winter, it is almost impossible to decide what to do with the sunny respite. One feels a certain responsibility to enjoy every single second of pleasant weather.
It is no wonder we ended up at the Manasquan Reservoir, knowing that us grownups could enjoy a refreshing walk and the boys would be happy with the playground at the end. It is a wonder it did not occur to us that melting snow pack on dirt paths might not be the perfect date for our jogging strollers.
Not to worry. Max and Theo walked/ran most of the trail, while Wes didn’t seem to mind being dragged backwards in the baby slalom event.
We usually walk the mile from the educational center to the playground, take a break, and then walk back. After our first leg of olympic cross country skiing, we weren’t sure the boys would make it back. Their feet were pretty much soaked from the slush puddles.
I volunteered to high-tail it back to the truck and drive around to meet everyone. The sun was setting, the air was still warm, and it was quiet except for the crunch of snow under my feet.
I enjoyed every single second. I hope you all did, too.
