Across from our house is a bog/pond/marsh-it has all three designations, depending on what part of the waterway you're on.  It's about three miles long and runs the length of our road, disappearing into the base of the mountains where it begins.

As a child, my bedroom faced south, which meant that we could listen to the water rushing over the dam all night long-a sound that will forever be one of my favorites.

I learned to swim here, to skate here, to fish here, to canoe here.  It is still a special place to me.


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