Summer proclaimed her arrival yesterday in Ottawa with temperatures reaching 34 degrees celsius, or for those of us who never cared much for the metric system, it was a sweltering 93 degrees fahrenheit. The first full day of the season drifted up in hazy waves from the hot pavement below my feet and had me thinking back to the cool, clear waters of Christie Lake.
It would have been a hot bike ride up the Third Line, maybe a stop at Cavanagh’s general store for a cold bottle of Pure Spring cream soda, a towel stuffed in my bike carrier causing unnecessary drag, but it was all worth it.
Minutes after arriving and dropping my bike in the ditch near Jordan’s bridge I’d be climbing up, taking a leap and doing a cannonball splash into the lake that would put the iced tea commercials to shame.
The water was always clean and just the right temperature to cool off on a hot steamy day. There always seemed to be time to bike to the lake; or maybe we made the time. It would be a lot easier to get there now in an air conditioned vehicle, towel thrown into the trunk, a cooler filled with drinks in the back……….but we don’t go.
Now, we have ‘more important’ things to do. We have to get up for work the next day. We don’t like the way we look in our bathing suit. We don’t want to get our hair wet. What if someone saw us jumping off of the bridge?….they’d think we’d lost our minds.
…and so, we don’t jump in the lake anymore. There are too many reasons why we can’t or why we shouldn’t.
Looking back, it’s too bad that when we were kids we wasted so much time wanting to grow up. We didn’t know it then, but we had it made. If you were hot, you jumped in the lake. It was simple, inexpensive, uncomplicated fun. Do I ever miss those days!