It was quite warm for an autumn morning, but the water was not. When we finally reached the cove in which Thoreau had lived, a couple of us boys decided that it was only right to take a little dip. It started out with only about four of us, only one had a bathing suit, then more people started to follow and swim. I remember swimming to the other side and bake, the cold water was one of the more soothing and enlightening things I have ever felt. Swimming is something I have always had a passion for wether it being mildly competitive or just for leisure, I've always just enjoyed the feeling, and especially when I'm under water, holding my breath, with no sound, just my thoughts. Swimming has been something that just relaxes me. This reminded me how at camp, I would wake up early every morning timing it so when the water was glass like, and some friends and I would swim across the lake and back. When we finish swimming, we are more refreshed than ever, we were ready to take the day on. Unfortunately for me at walden though, I did not have a bathing suit, so I had to strip down to my boxers like many other kids so I could swim. But, you adapt to the cold water, then when you get out, you are even colder which is a pain, but then after a couple minutes of sharing one towel for ten boys you dried off, got dressed again, and went back to your peaceful journey of enjoying the beauty of walden pond.
We then finished walking around and visited Thoreau's burial site and the place where he was born, but neither was as enjoyable as the pond itself. We did not take the traditional rout of going around the pond, we we t around the waters edge for the most of it, then we went on our own through the woods if we chose too. The thing that was so great about the pond is that it had something special for everybody, wether it was a place to relax and collect, swim, skip stones write, or in Trotsky's case and many others case, to fish. It had something that was appealing to everybody something for them that was simple but also very enjoyable. There are very few other places like it that I know of, where you have everything that you need just to be happy.
I can see why Thoreau would want to stay at walden. Just the sheer beauty of the pond itself is enough to put people who visit it in awe and silence. If Thoreau was not at walden pond, I do not believe that he would not be as successful as he was. Walden truly has, absolutely everything you need to live, it has the water, the wildlife, the commute with it being right next to the train tracks which used to be a road into town. It was truly amazing just visiting there and its funny because its something that I have driven by almost every day of my life for the past five or six years. The spot where Thoreau pick to build his house was just right, in the way how the sun struck that little cove every day.
I have driven by walden pond almost ever day for the past five to six years in my life; I have walked around it once or twice as well, and it is a shame that I have not realized the shear beauty of it until now. When I was a little kid walking around it I would just enjoy the walk not everything else, now that I am older, my perspective has changed and I have been able to see all the little things of what is so great about this pond. What is astonishing to me, is how close I am to this important piece of the world we live in, how important Thoreau was , how he inspired Gandhi, who then inspired Martin Luther King Jr. How important just this little spot was to the world I am now a part of. Also every little part of the pond, the sun reflecting through the beautiful forest around it and onto the water, the beautiful sand and water. Walden pond is something special, something that I will probably visit many more times in my life before I die. Now, I know that I will never look past it, every morning when I drive by it it is now amazing just to observe for the ten second I have whilst passing it, the beauty of the sun reflecting off the water in the morning, off of which little strings of fog are ever so slightly dancing off of.