Fresh Water vs. Salt Water

You know, I really like a good body of fresh water too. The beach and the sea and the ocean, in order to be enjoyed, one has to toss aside all those experiences in fresh water, the whole clean feeling of fresh water and give into the sand in the shorts, salt dried on a sunburnt forehead and all the ingredients of a beach day that are unavoidable. That's the only way it really can be enjoyable. You must sit ont eh beach without a towel and then roll in the sand. Cover yourself with sand. Fill your britches with the stuff. Give in.

I think a spring in the tropics, on an island, with a waterfall, and blue clear water would be about the most pleasent type of water. There was that stream that we followed up the hill in Mexico, when we were out with that crazy German guy, and how fresh was that after swimming to shore from the boats floating in the pacific.

I remember the summer that Jesse and Ben came for a visit. We had that house near Dripping Springs. Katie was working at TCC and we had the race to the buoy. They came and we were swinging into the lake on that rope. They hadn't ever been in fresh water except for a pool. They immeadiately prefered the lake.

I love the smell of salt water. I like the smell of the docks in Italy, in Bulgaria, in Hong Kong, Alaska, Istanbul, Amorgos and Naxos and San Francisco. The sun hits the basket of fish and there's something like the scent of labor in it. Wet rope stretching and wringing and snapping drops of water off as a ferry tries to drift away, only to understand it is tied.

I want to go to the poconos one day. For just the day, on a coincidental occassion in which we're passing through, or by. I think that would be ultimate fresh water.