Written by Mary-Jac O'Daniel
We went to the Dismal Swamp on what turned out to be the hottest day of the year. My husband asked me that morning, “Are you sure you want to go?” I was determined, “Yes,” came the quick reply. We had an arsenal of water bottles, some snacks and bug spray, and we felt prepared as we headed out the door.
We went to the Dismal Swamp on what turned out to be the hottest day of the year. My husband asked me that morning, “Are you sure you want to go?” I was determined, “Yes,” came the quick reply. We had an arsenal of water bottles, some snacks and bug spray, and we felt prepared as we headed out the door.
When we arrived we doused ourselves with bug spray and then began the four mile hike, one way, in the swamp. What’s near swamps—bugs. Lots of them. We constantly swatted our faces and laughed about having the trail to ourselves. *no one else was that dumb*
We resolutely continued, and kept our good humor. We saw two buzzards on the path, presumably waiting for our demise. We hoped we would disappoint them as the temperature continued to increase.
When we got to the lake at the end of the four miles, we briefly considered jumping in the water. I’m not sure what stopped us. The problem with going four miles out, is that one has to turn around and go four miles back. We finally ended our eight mile journey, right as we were running out of water and then promptly went and got the largest slurpies we could find at the nearest 7-11.
I would love to go back—in the fall or spring.
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