The Case of the Missing Glove: A reflection on an MMA Winter Afterschool Adventure

Camden Palm • March 30, 2023

By: Camden Palm, MMA Director of Education

 

“Grab your coats, it’s time for an outdoor adventure!” I hollered to students in the newly expanded MMA afterschool program, generously funded by the Massachusetts Afterschool Partnerships. Students scurried to their cubbies, and loaded up on layers- hats, gloves shoved in their pockets, jackets pulled over their sweatshirts. We embarked outside into a calm winter day. To Dead Horse Valley we go! We wandered down New Dollar Lane in our safety sandwich- a formation with one MMA staff member leading the front, one MMA staff member managing the back, and kids filling the middle. We passed Ham Pony Lot, and waved to the workers who were building an entry way wall on the way. We crossed Prospect Street and arrived at the freshly mended Dead Horse Valley hill. At least 3 students sped down with all their might. 


Today we embarked on a nature hike, the goal? Investigating signs of spring. . . We found snowdrops, and buds on shrubs, we discovered daffodil buds, and moss soft as a carpet. Each student had a magnifying glass in hand, and we wandered for a long while. Oh, what a day. Then, all of a sudden, a camper proclaimed “OH NO! I lost my glove!!” It was the epitome of a winter adventure and the case of the missing glove. Next thing we know we were testing our orienteering skills to retrace our steps. We passed the moss soft as a carpet, turned at the fork where the daffodil buds sprouted, waved to the patch of snowdrops, with no luck on the glove hunt. . . Each member of our team was fully invested. The last place to look was the bottom of Dead Horse Valley’s hill. Searching high, low, and in between, a student yelled, “I see something blue!,” and running commenced. Could it be the glove. . . Why YES, YES IT WAS!! Glove in hand our mission felt like an utter success, and just like that our after-school adventure had to wind to an end. 


After that day, more and more signs of spring came to the spotlight, and even a week or two later, some students wore only a sweatshirt while gloves and coats stayed in their backpacks. As we enter into April, I see more moments of light jackets and the glimmer of summer shorts. This winter has been full of programming including Afterschool Series, Winter Break programs, and another exciting Nantucket Science Festival. It has also been full of planning for our April programs and Summer Discovery Camps. The seasons change and more engagement is ahead. The best part is the unknown of what adventures will come, and what we will find or lose while we explore Nantucket. 

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