A Walk Home
/As I walk home from work these last few weeks at Dunes Learning Center, I can’t help but see three years worth of walks at the same time.
Walking down the cottage trail from the Dunes Learning Center, I first run into the seemingly ever-present puddles. There I see me and another educator, Hope, on icy mornings crunching ice and seeing how much weight we can put on them before they crack. Even on the coldest mornings this silly winter tradition made me smile.
Past the puddles is the garden, which I’ve cared for the majority of my time here at DLC. I see all the late summer afternoons where I walk out with arms full of tomatoes and peppers. I see the time I got a bunch of fifth graders to plant strawberries for their stewardship project. Then I see the springtime, and the stubborn trillium that keeps popping up in the middle of the path are just starting to grow. I remember all the days I had to avoid the trillium with the wagon full of plants fresh from my closet for planting.
Somewhere in my walk, I run into the young cabin leader Kate walking in the dark. She’s with several of the other cabin leaders, on their way back from a Friday night hang out at the educator house down the road. Just that Wednesday they learned all about how they’re going to be leading night hikes that summer without flashlights, and that night was as good as any to start practicing walking in the dark. She hadn’t yet realized she even wanted to stay in environmental education post-college. She didn’t know all the good things that would happen in the next four years. She didn’t know she would end up living in the house the next year, that she would come to know the ins and outs of that road like the back of her hand. She definitely would not have guessed she’d still be walking that road almost four years later.
Then my walk brings me to the gate house, and I can’t help but smile. I go straight back to all the late evenings spent chatting with friends after work before going our separate ways on our walks home. It really started last summer. The four of us would walk down cottage trail (which is the long way home for the other house), then linger down at the end of the driveway for half an hour to an hour after work. In the winter, the sun would often be setting as we stood at the end of the driveway.
As I walk down the road, I see the spice bush leafing out, the garlic mustard popping up, and all the flowers blooming. I can’t help but think back to discovering it all my first year. I see the spot where we spotted the beaver three times in one week my first year. I watch for the muskrats along their usual stretch of the river, and I still look for a watersnake in the sunny spot I once saw during my first summer as an educator.
Three years is a long time to spend on one stretch of road/trail, which is why that walk feels so deeply tied to my time at DLC. It has truly been a joy, and I look forward to coming back to visit one day.
Kate Valentine, Environmental Educator Fellow III