This is a so-so picture of the end of our dock facing out towards Queens Creek. Although rather boring, there are many words--maybe even a thousand--this picture paints. While most artists would be painting a description of the water and landscape in the background, this
(Please don't start crying--I promise to keep it to fewer than a thousand words. Maybe. Numbers are not my forte, so if I go over it isn't intentional.)
Here are some words inspired by this picture, in no particular order....
The dock, built by my father, is practically as old as
See that stuff hanging off the pole on the right? (Not the piece of string which has been there since the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock.) That's "re-purposed" fire hose, which
As a young sprite, I would stand on top of this pole and jump or dive
Why is this frightening? Let me count the ways.
1. There are slimy eels, rabid muskrats, nibbling minnows, fire-breathing dragons, scurrying crabs, and dark, murky water in that creek.
2. Jumping from such a height into water of questionable depth and hidden hazards could cause paralysis or worse.
3. Recently, to contribute to my
4. See above, and welcome to Crazy at its finest.
So furthermore and in conclusion, we can say this about all that*:
1. Chesapeake Bay Woman enjoyed many summer days jumping off this dock into the creek.
2. Chesapeake Bay Father had some
3. As a child, though cognizant of the potential hazards
4. Blog Fest Attendees can rest assured that the particular place we'll go swimming is perfectly safe from aforementioned hazards, real or
*I'm pretty sure this statement alone caused this post to exceed a thousand words, give or take two hundred.
What memories do you have of swimming in a creek, river, bay, ocean, stream or lake?