Back from 10 days at Woodhaven Lakes.
Nirvana
One of the few times in life to experience total peace.
No Phone
No Internet
No TV
No obligations... to anyone
Feeling totally healthy... no aches, pains or worries
Days spent sailing my canoe, long easy bike rides and walks through the newest nature paths by the streams, watching families enjoying the beach, playing volleyball, skateboarding, tennis, or basketball.
Enjoying the company of my many species of birds, and the baby bunny who is friendly enough to sit next to me as I stir the campfire which contains the rest of the world.
Going to bed at 8 P.M. and sleeping, dreamlessly through the night, to wake with the last hoots of the owls, and the tweeting of the new baby nuthatches... at 4:30 A.M. in the grey dawn.
At about 5 o'clock, the mama doe walks her two fawn, right down the middle of Cherrywood Trail on their way to the meadow. Babies, still white spotted and bouncy.
6 A.M., and the fishermen begin drifting by... smoking their cigarettes, casting their favorite bait or lure, hoping to catch old Fred, the big bass that makes my part of the shoreline his home. Fred exists just to keep everyone happy, and has been caught and released dozens of times. My old willow tree still lies in the lake, and provides cover for the crappie and bluegill to nest and replenish the population. The roots of the tree provide home to the muskrat who disappear during the day, and the somtime resident beaver on alternate years. This has been a good year for fish, and no one complains.
The Canadian Geese population has stabilized, due to the volunteers who oiled the eggs, and I have only seen seven families with about 18 new babies... now within a few weeks of their first flight. Too many geese can pollute our small lakes, so there's a continuing project to keep the numbers in check.
Days go by easily. Eating is no longer a preparation project, but a continuous snacking on veggies and dip, pretzels, Fig Newtons, cheeses, fresh, uncooked young corn on the cob, and periodic slices of summer sausage. (lost 4 pounds)
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Neigbors drop by... not often, but enough to catch up on their families, and exhange pleasantries about vacationing in the quiet of the woods and lakes.
With only a small amount of imagination, it is transportation back to the time of Henry David Thoreau, (my favorite philosopher) and Walden Pond...
In short, a "nothing" week or so... with little brain activity. Even now, some kind of a pleasant aura that is bolstered by coming back to another peaceful no-stress existance. Not one "bad" thing happened while I was gone.
Life IS good... Indeed!