Thursday, April 10, 2014
I grew up in the woods.
In my case, that was 12 miles from the nearest town.
But even more so, I was always exploring, either by foot or trail bike.
We had a small pond behind the house and a small creek below.
I remember fishing in the pond and skipping rocks across it.
I remember wading in the creek and walking across trees that had fallen over it.
And if that wasn’t enough, I spent a lot of time at the creek, too, when I was over at my Pop’s (Grandfather Burleson’s house). We had easier access there, and it was always better fishing and wading and so forth.
Just recently, I’ve tried to start walking more.
Pam is on a diet.
I’m not. I need to be.
I need exercise – and lots of it.
Walking up our street is OK or so is going to the track. Using those exercise machines I have downstairs seems to be a last resort.
I really prefer the woods.
Three weekends ago, Erin and I went to Chewalla Lake Recreation Area. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and we both needed to get out of the house. Plus, I need to spend all the time I can with my sixth grader. She’s growing up and rapidly.
Chewalla Lake, a short drive from our home in Holly Springs, is a tremendous asset to our county. And I’m afraid, it’s often overlooked by the locals.
On that Saturday, there were several fishermen, come campers and a gathering under the pavilion.
Erin and I walked the trail along the lake. She also rode her electric scooter some in the parking area.
We talked to some nice folks – some from Marshall County and others from nearby counties.
Then two weekends ago, this time on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, we made another trip to Chewalla Lake, this time with Pam accompanying us, too.
We walked the trail again, saw the ducks and geese up-close, enjoyed the playground, plus saw more fishermen and more campers.
It reminded me of some days as a youngster, when I went camping and really enjoyed the woods.
Typically, when my friends and I would leave out on a camping expedition, we really did not know where we were going to pitch the tent.
We just grabbed the tent, a flashlight or two, some cans of Beanie Weenies and went – typically via the motorcycle route. There were plenty of trails in the woods around where I grew up and if there wasn’t a good trail, we’d make one.
We didn’t have cell phones, but I don’t think Mother was too worried. She knew we’d either be back overnight if it got too cold or not too long after sunrise the next morning. That’s because we’d be wanting a good breakfast and some sleep.
I need to take more advantage of the recreation areas in Marshall County, like Chewalla Lake. I need to walk more, but I need to camp, too.
My tent (yes, I still own one that I purchased probably 20 years ago) is tucked away in our shed. I don’t think it has been used in the almost 13 years we’ve lived in Holly Springs.
I’ve even talked to my wife about returning to my motorcycle days, too, but at least for the time being, that doesn’t sound like an option.
Spring is here. Enjoy family and the outdoors.
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