After a busy work week, I decided that instead of spending my Saturday morning cleaning house and doing laundry that it would be a perfect time to go outside and play.  So I grabbed my little orange boat, a bag of trail mix, a canteen of water and a good book and headed down to the river.  It has been horribly humid here the past few days, almost as bad as Houston, so unless there is a good place to cool off, being outside is pretty darn miserable.  With that in mind, I paddled to my favorite swimming hole. 

It is remote enough for skinny dipping and has a little waterfall, and if you sit in the falls just right, the action of the water feels like a hundred dollar an hour back massage.   

When I arrived at my swimming hole, I found it already occupied.  There were a couple of buzzards that were sunning themselves on a nearby dead tree.  They didn’t seem to be too bothered by my presence and I enjoyed their company, so I parked the kayak.

 After a quick swim, I relaxed in the morning sun to dry and proceeded to munch on my breakfast of home-made trail mix and ice cold water.  After breakfast, I found a nice comfy spot on the banks of the river to sit and the shade and read.  I find that I enjoy Tolstoy the most when I’m surrounded by nature and there is no one around to interrupt my leisurely reading. 

While I read, the temperature was steadily climbing.  When the first drop of sweat hit the pages of my book, I figured it was high time to go for another swim.  After another short but vigorous swim, I sat in the water fall and let the powerful flow of the river relax my sore muscles and wash away my cares. 

Unfortunately, I had a few things that I needed to get accomplished today, otherwise I might still be out there sitting in the water.  Overall it seemed like a great my to start my day.