I am the 77-year-old grandmother of Jack, a 13-year-old with autism and apraxia.  We live on the coast of Maine.  He goes to a wonderful public Middle School where he is learning some life skills in special programs, but is still greeted by many main-stream students.  Once a week I drive the 25 miles to his town and pick him up at noon at school.  Usually we go to Windham for therapeutic riding.  Then I try to find some nearby hiking trail or beach.    I dread stormy weather as I have not been able to find any appropriate indoor activities that can engage Jack like the natural world does.