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My Life 8/22/05

Posted on | August 22, 2005 |

Yesterday the three of us, my daughter, boyfriend and myself, went swimming up at Black Moshannon State Park. It was probably the last day because Labor Day is right around the corner. The dirve up there is beautiful. We drive up 220 and there is a mixture of wide open fields and woods. Then when you trun up to the park you ascend up a mountain then through the state forest.

I always loved going there since I moved here. It is very peacful. No matter how many people are there yelling and screaming and swimming. There is a certain quiet there. The water was pretty chilly. The sign said it was 74 in the water. I dont know where they took their measuremenst from, probably the the shallow end. we put carrie in her baby boat. She loved it. She was splashing and carrying on.

There is something to be said about a mountain fed swimming hole. When you jump it is cold but if you stay in the water it becomes refreshing. You get that feeling this is what I need for a long time. And then your mind drifts off to sleep but you are still awake. You are just being. Like the Transcendentalists- just being.

When I lived in New Hampshire, I used to go to Wasserman park all the time. The water was never warm but I could just stay float on my back forever it seemed. I was so happy there. A circle of evergreens, blue sky and gray blue water and me getting sun burned was a great day. I didn’t need friends or people. I didn’t anything. it was liberating to just be.

I think I felt the same yesterday brought back alot of happiness of enjoying nature’s playground.

Category: thoughtful essays

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