I love being in the outdoors and exploring new things, but, growing up in the suburbs of St. Charles, I didn’t get many chances to get out and explore the unknown. It was not until recently that I have been taking every chance I get to discover something new in the outdoors. Yesterday, for the first time, I swam in a creek.
The temperature was reaching well into the 90s, and the public pools were crammed with overheated adults and kids eager to make a splash. I too was in need of something to cool me off, so I headed to a local creek with a friend. As we arrived at the boat access, I was having my doubts about finding enough water to be able to swim. Jefferson City hadn’t seen a good rain in weeks, and there looked to be more gravel than water. Having complete trust in my guide, we made our way down to the creek. Tiny little critters were hopping left and right with every step I took on the gravel bar. I was amazed at all the frogs I was seeing. Upon further inspection, I found that they were cricket frogs, not “baby” frogs, as many people believe. They don’t grow any bigger than a thumbnail and are very common around bodies of water. Cricket frogs weren’t the only frogs we saw or heard that evening. When we finally found a deep enough swimming hole, I waded in the water and was instantly surrounded by beautiful music. We were serenaded with the boom of the bullfrogs, the calls of the green frogs and songs of chorus frogs. I enjoyed the melodies that nature had provided for several hours. As the evening turned cool and the sun began to set, we left the water, leaving the frog symphony behind with a promise to return.
My first time swimming in a creek was indescribable. The serenity of a secluded swimming hole and the outstanding natural music that surrounded us the whole evening was worth more than money can buy. The summer is just getting started, and I can say with certainty I will be back swimming in a creek very soon.