Com'on in the water's great  

rm_tennismaiden 60F
2103 posts
7/11/2006 8:13 pm

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Com'on in the water's great

My escapades began yesterday morning (monday) when My sister and her daugter loaded the car and set out for our adventure north. Passing so many of my old haunts as the greenery flashed before me the many memories flooded and filled my head.

We arrived in Newport RI and began gawking at the lavish homes with distinctive titles like "Beaulieu" with stately trees and long green manicured lawns. The hydrangea were in spectacular bloom either blues or pink with variying hues depending on the soil they grow in. One color is detirmined by the alkalinity or acidity of the soil. But here they were flanking numerous thick walls of concrete or brick. Big black iron gates dating back to the 1600/1700's and one right after the other. You could well imagine the boats that accompanied these homes two maybe three masts, spinakers, zillions of sails for the many world cup events these yachts would troll out to see launch the event. For every expensive hull and mast there was an equally lavish and sumptuous home dotting the cliff of the Newport coastline.

After saying our obligatory hellos/goodbyes we were off again in our rented Jeep liberty. Heading north towards Massachusetts and then on to New Hampshire.It was very late and both my sisters eyes and mine were heavy, the giggles began to well up from within. At some point I began reciting that line from "What about Bob" with Bill Murray and Richard Dryfus. "Paging Doctor Marvin, Doctor Leo Marvin" My sisters son had left a voice mail message on her phone using that quote and we began cracking up. For those of you who haven't seen this movie it takes place on the Lake we were heading to. This lake had been a long time vacation spot for our family and my mother was making a return visit thinking it might be her last. The immediate family was summoned for this event and being the good little sons and daughters we are...packed and went with much trepidation.

Arriving at 1 AM we had been driving for hours, chuckling, eating, stopping for pees, and trying to remain composed when the cop in New Hampshire pulled my sister over for *swaying* "For petes sake officer", "we've been driving for 8 hours from New Jersey you'd be swaying too"! ...He let us go....

We wake next morning to clouds, rain, thunder lightning and general lousy weather, talk about being bummed out. Here we are 5 adults 2 kids in a small cabin on a huge lake and we're all stuck inside. OH HELP JUST SHOOT ME NOW! Finally the air dried and things were looking up.

At some point after stuffing myself with food I realized I had to move my body and exercize. Changing into my suit and convincing my sisters to follow me in the canoe I set out for a swim. Walking into the water was almost a holy cleansing. This water is some of the clearest on all the east coast. The temperature was chilled but not so that your lips would turn blue and for this early in the summer with all the rain I was surprised I hadn't fainted dead away from the mild temperature of the water. The bottom was pure corn meal sand, perfect for squishing between your toes and so much preferred while walking in and becoming acclimated before the big dunk under.

At first I was a little bit scared as I havn't gotten to swim in a lake since last year. I know ....I grew up swimming these kind of waters why would I be nervous now? There is something quite ominous about swimming in a body of water with depth. I have this fear of drowning and sinking to the bottom of the abyss.So my breathing wasn't the old familiar syncopation I'm used to. I was hyper-ventillating a little until I got used to the weight and temperature of the water. Hell it was like Jaws was behind my propelling me to thrash around my legs and arms till at one point I relaxed enough to really begin feeling the moment of being submersed in this tranquil liquid.

With my eyes closed shut I would open them quickly eaqch time I took a breath so not to swim into a rock or shore. The idea a huge snapping turtle could be lurking underneath my body as it glides across his sight almost makes my skin crawl with fear. But I kept swimming...I'd turn and alternate between freestyle, backstroke and breast stroke as I do when I'm in the pool.

I was a knife cutting through this stuff, I cannot find words to express the fear yet exhileration I was feeling and pressing onward till I reached the shore home. The funny thing is I didn't feel exhausted, not even the slightest bit. I had become excited by the sheer pride for again getting in there and enjoying nature, prestine, calm and so inviting.

My family says I didn't swim nearly as far as I thought I did. Tommorrow I will attempt to cross the lake till I reach a small island across the way. I'll go and come back....that has to be at least a mile and a half. Maybe then I can eat that extra peice of summer pie calling my name from the fridge.

So far summer began a little shakey but quickly becoming another indelable memory of "remember that year we went to Lake Winnipesaukee and I swam across to that island"? Man I thought I'd never get back to shore....but I did!

Sorry spell check still isn't working!

nedthebundler 57M/60F

7/11/2006 11:44 pm

It's good to see you taking the time to enjoy yourself. I can almost feel the rush of good memories that have flooded back, washing away the heavy things you have been dragging with you for some time now.

Madness takes its toll. Exact change please!

libgemOH 57M/53F

7/12/2006 4:33 am

Sounds like a beautiful place to be, both for your body and your mind!! -B

free2chose2 67F

7/12/2006 5:46 am

Bring back a bundle of good memories

Don't worry, be Happy

HeardLankaMalls 56M
2925 posts
7/12/2006 8:30 am

Sounds like a nice respite from the everyday grind...

SpaceRangerNJ 56M
4687 posts
7/12/2006 2:13 pm

I have been to NH twice in recent years. Loved it.
Very relaxing. No lake swimming but hiking. 11 hours on one trek. OMG that was an exhausing day. At the top of the mountain we saw a cloud rise up, pass through us and then descend down the other side. Very cool.

Last summer at boyscout camp they had the mile swim, as they do every year. I did not participate but had done it when I was a scout. The amazing thing from back then is the camp directors daughter, who lost an arm to cancer, completed the swim. I think I want to try it again as an adult.

We did 22 hours in the car on our return trip from Florida. Holy crap. We did have three drivers to share the load. Thank goodness when I was driving down alone I did it in multiple days.

Have fun and good luck with the swim. Who said everything goes down hill after 40?

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