We have a huge lake here in Utah that was made when they damned the
Colorado River. It filled up all of the little canyons for about 100
miles but it is not very wide at any point just long and skinny with
thousands of little inlets. It was about a five hour drive from our
home in Santaquin and once a year or every two years my family would
go down there with another family or youth group. We had a little
boat for fishing and water weenie-ing and knee boarding and we would
live in our cab over camper while we played and fished for a week or
so. One of the first times I remember going down there was with the
Attaway cousins soon after their mom had remarried and had two new
little babies. We camped at the end of a really long canyon and the
only other people down there were a group of clothing optional
partying types. It was well over a hundred degrees the whole week we
were down there so unless it was early in the morning before dawn
when we could go fishing in the cool we spent the rest of the day in
the shade cast by the camper or in the water. At the bottom of the
water was some really lovely mud and you could dip down and grab a handful and come up like a Navy Seal and chuck it at anyone else
who's head had breached the surface of the water.
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| Like this but with mud instead of nextgen weapons but otherwise it felt just like this. |
It was such a fun
game that we did it for hours and hours every day. It was such a free
flowing game the rules were simple the first one who cried signaled
the end of the game. After fishing in the morning we would wade in
mud fight until lunch eat and wade back into to battle until dinner
time and then it would have cooled off enough to go fishing again.
People always wonder why kids are so much happier than adult and it
is stuff exactly like this that is the reason why. Simple pleasures
purely enjoyed without reason.
