Growing up on Lake Crescent was a magical experience.
"We cannot discover ourselves without first discovering the universe, the earth, and the imperatives of our own being. Each of these has a creative power and a vision far beyond any rational thought or cultural creation of which we are capable.“ –Thomas Berry
I grew up on Lake Crescent inside the Olympic National Park in the ’70’s & ‘80’s, when places seemed farther away. There were fewer full-time residents, and during most of the year, our nearest neighbors were a mile away on either side. I learned to draw strength and wisdom from the natural world around me.
My siblings and I (& the Ranger’s kids from across the lake) ran wild up & down the shoreline, and in the summers we built rafts ala Huckleberry Finn, and poled ourselves along the shore and across the way for miles in either direction.
As a teenager, I spent many a day in the lake, swimming for miles, or on the dock or up a tree in a windstorm, allowing the wind and waves to blow away my teenage angst. We slept on the dock nearly every night during the summer, and watched shooting stars for hours.
I loved to sleep in a row boat bundled up in warm sleeping bag during windstorms, feeling the powerful force of the wind. During the summer I seldom wore shoes, and lived in and on the water, on inner tubes, swimming, sailing, and paddling --both standing up and sitting down.
The magic of the lake stays with me, and I am delighted to have the lake and the Olympic Mountains in my backyard again.
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