Today I dare you. Find a place where you have never walked before. A brand new place! A place of hidden intrigue. Sights never before seen by your eyes.
You can do it.
Perhaps it will involve ducking in the woods behind your house. Perhaps it’s a neighborhood where your feet have never been properly introduced to the sidewalk. Perhaps it’s a park where you have never wandered. A cemetery. A stream. A hidden lake.
OK, OK, I admit it. I HAVE walked to this hidden lake before. Maybe twice. maybe three times. I discovered it during last year’s Outdoor Adventures and ooohed and ahhhhed over the possibility of something being hidden in a landscape one think one knows. Click here to read of this first discovery. Took Barry back there in November to show him the secret lake. Click here for the second visit.
Last night it unexpectedly developed into Susan’s night to visit the Hidden Lake.
We aimed for a walk before dinner at Carla’s Restaurant. We hadn’t seen one another since early in the winter. Time to reconnect.
We drove down to Lake Superior, behind the Pow Wow grounds.
“Want to go left or right?” I asked.
We pondered the possibility.
“We walked left last time,” Susan mused.
“Then we must go right,” I stated authoritatively before–suddenly–remembering the Hidden Lake. Susan must have the opportunity of glimpsing something rare and hidden jewel never before seen by her eyes!
Of course she willingly agreed, even though our trek would take us deep into Mosquito and Black Fly and Tick Country.
Off we walked, admiring whatever the eye noticed. We noticed bright green algae–or was it simply tiny individual green plants?– floating in the water. One of us suggested that we were perhaps odd to notice and admire things such as this. We delighted at how it looked up close. We congratulated ourselves on our ability to Notice and Admire.
I advised Susan to watch for rotting or missing boards. We approached the end of the dock. It is one of those bouncy docks that bobs up and down in the water, threatening to heave one overboard. We discussed the possibility of falling in. We discussed what that would do to our dinner plans. Susan suggested we would go to Burger King instead.
Since we really really wanted to go to Carla’s, we quickly backed off the lurching dock.
We then left the backwoods hidden lake and walked to the Right. We stopped to peer at an angel with missing hands. Had someone chopped off the hands in a fit of anger? Had the elements somehow de-handed the angel? What is the story behind the angel’s missing hands?
Better yet, can the angel still bless the land without her hands? I am thinking that she can. She still smiles enigmatically. She perhaps suggests that nothing can take away what she is. That nothing can take away what we are–even if we imagine we are missing some vital parts.
Susan and I caught up on our lives in between angels and shells and waves. We laughed a lot and perhaps even cried a little. (I don’t remember crying, but I think we covered the gamut of emotions in our reunion.)
We dined at Carla’s, enjoying the whitefish and baked potatoes and green beans and salad bar. We looked out over Lake Superior through the front window.
(Susan had never before walked through the door of Carla’s Restaurant, either–another first!)
As we drove back home we found ourselves laughing almost hysterically about some synchronicity. Some way in which our lives mirrored one another. I have always admired the way Susan (and her twin daughters) laugh so joyously at Life’s Secret Delicious Jokes.
She says she laughs and laughs when she reads my blogs sometimes. I say I often laugh and laugh when writing them…
New vistas. New places. Remember your dare, dear reader? Find some place new to walk today. Or tomorrow. Enjoy stepping where your feet have never stepped. Let the path open before you…