BlogsCommunityMusicArtsScreenEat & DrinkLegals From Walnut Woods to Slate Run, with a number of stops in between Columbus Alive We were maybe halfway up a long, steady incline on a mid-December hike when my daughter announced, “Dad, this hill isn’t tiring at all for me.” When she said this, she was perched atop my shoulders. As the early pandemic unfolded last March, we were living in temporary housing, having just started a massive home renovation. This meant that the four of us (five counting Ben, who is a very good boy) were suddenly jammed into a space roughly half the size to which we were accustomed, and in which we were forced to spend virtually every moment, whether asleep or awake. At the time, our two kids were roughly 5 months old and 3 years old, which meant that entertaining them could be a full-time job, particularly with the normal escapes (playgrounds, most essentially) no longer an option.