Walden's Pond is the deepest lake in Massachusetts, and the lake Thoreau chose to live by, and the lake I chose to visit on Labor Day. I like the symbolism of his having chosen (probably unawares) to live by the deepest lake around. Anyway, the water really is that greenish blue, and I couldn't help but hear his thoughts which I have read countless times in the foreground of my thoughts as I circled the lake's circumference.
"In wilderness is the preservation of the World"
amen, friend, amen
Labor Day was apparently awe-to-the-some for both of us. I went on a trail run in the morning and then stayed at the trailhead and read, slept, thought in the back of my car for two more hours. It rained. I didn’t think I would be able to leave, but eventually I got hungry. Blasted natural man. If I were Thoreau maybe I could have figured out how to stay for two years instead of two hours.