Last weekend, Erica asked me if I'd like to go swimming in The Great Salt Lake with her. I thought that sounded really icky. Over the years, I've come to think of The Great Salt Lake as a fly-infested swamp. Luckily, I blurted out, "Yes, I'll go."
She drove us to Antelope Island to a pristine beach and an endless view of blue sea and sky. My blood pressure dipped way down and all anxieties of the morning disappeared.
We floated floated floated. There were no flies. They were on holiday. We floated in the sun. The water was warm. We floated in a world of blue. Nothing mattered except floating. It was mind altering.
I'm going to continue doing this for the rest of my life.
And about the rest of my life: I've decided to begin a list of things I do in my seventies that Mother didn't do.
Thank you, Erica, for getting me started.
Erica is awesome for asking you to go. She is showing how cool you really are.
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ReplyDeleteMaybe your mother did things and kept them secrets.
ReplyDeleteI've never done this for the deterring reasons you stated...but really now, if the flies and muck aren't barriers, it's going on my list. ♥
ReplyDeleteI love this blog.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you had a good time. That's a good little adventure.
ReplyDeleteWe tried that once as a young women group. I wish we had your good location because I can still hear the crunching of bugs in my swimming suit. Maybe I need to try it again with you and Erica so I can replace that yucky memory. Happy floating!
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