26 July 2009
On Monday last I biked to Walden Pond, ran around it for no apparent reason, and biked home. Biking to Walden Pond is an activity I have performed before and one I hope to make a Summer tradition. Walden Pond is in my top five Massachusetts destinations. It is a serene outdoorsman’s palace- just a few hundred feet from a major highway and still eons away from stifling pressures and inconsequential stresses. The bike route from my house to said destination is very hilly both ways, but after seven miles the road enters a pastoral phase with the hills devolving into an afterthought. Some wicked and conniving men (not really, well, maybe) tried to develop some condominiums around the pond a number of years ago (that number has long since been forgotten) but the community fought back with a voracious aptitude and the plans were quelched. As a result the pond remains a haven and sanctuary for peace-dwellers, sunbathers, swimmers, crocodiles (cocodrillos) and the Hmong people of Laos and Cambodia. I love Walden Pond for all of those reasons. I love the trees that keep the water contained, despite the water's truculent erosion tactics; I love the clean and clear aqua pure that redefines the body of water known as 'Pond' from a scrappy frog-quarium to an open-topped cenote; I love the halcyon history that extends incorruptibly into the present; and I love the path-like aisles that bend through the trees unsteadily. Heading out to Walden Pond by human locomotion is a Summer treat indeed. It makes for a terrific biatholon. Come visit me and we will go 'to live deliberately.'