This is the park my kids beg to revisit, and it’s the one where I’m most happy to oblige, because I’m not sidelined on a bench like a sad dad at a One Direction concert. Here on the east bank of the Cumberland, the architecturally elegant playground melds seamlessly and organically into the landscape, so Mom can jump the moguls and run the ramps and cross the bridge and gaze at the river and read about the local flora, without looking like a middle-aged weirdo dangling from a jungle gym.

