There are many things in this world I would love to call my own. Well, not really own, more stumble upon and keep secret. This past weekend I had the pleasure of finding a perfect little spot tucked away on the river.
I have always loved the idea of a secret swimming hole. The kind you find while wandering through the woods, or taking a different route while canoeing down the river. I love the idea of spending days with no one else around except the people you chose to keep your secret. A dangerously high rope swing, a spot so deep you are unsure if it has a bottom, a cliff to dive off, crystal clear all the way to the bottom, not another soul in sight (which also means that clothes are optional).
This is where I've been.