Friday, September 26, 2014
Swimming in the Great Salt Lake
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.
Posted by Louise Plummer at 9:52 AM