Yesterday was a wonderful, slow, autumn Sunday. As there was nothing urgent taking place in the afternoon we decided it would be a good time to take a little road trip. My husband had a couple ideas of places to go and we picked one that brought back a lot of memories.
The place we decided to head for was a spot that we used to visit a lot as teenagers……the Boyden Pit. Back when we were in high school it was the place to be on a hot summer afternoon. After hot sweaty mornings of walking beans it was a great place to go and cool off.
The beach was small and did not have the greatest sand, but it was always full of teenagers, moms with little kids and was loud with the sound of laughter, water splashing, and the tunes belting out of multiple battery operated radios. It was the perfect place to see others and to be seen.
All we needed for a great afternoon was a beach towel, a radio, a few snacks, some pop, and as many friends as we could round up. We didn’t worry about sunscreen…..skin cancer was not on the radar that decade. In fact we would use baby oil to get the great dark tan that we all coveted.
There weren’t any life guards on this beach and we were all responsible for our own safety. We did make sure to swim in pairs if we were swimming out to “the island”. (I am not sure it was really an island but it was on the other side of the pit and seemed to take forever to get there.)
I don’t know the entire history of the Pit. I do know it was a former sand/gravel pit where some company or other dug out the sand and gravel to use in other places. Once they had gotten as much as they wanted the machinery was taken away and water filled the hole that was left. It became a natural place for people to go and cool off on steamy summer days and nights.
There was even a massive cottonwood tree with a rope attached for those who wanted to swing off the cliff, dangle precariously over the water and let go in a timely manner. If you did not let go soon enough you slammed back into the cliff and slid, in an inglorious fashion, down the face of the cliff and into the water.
Later the tree met it’s end when it was sawed down because too many people had hurt themselves. (Our high school Bible teacher ended up having surgery after smashing his heel against that cliff wall.) All that remains of the tree is the weathered stump in the photo above. It was a sad day for those who loved the thrill of flying over the water and plummeting to the water 20 feet below. I never had the urge to attempt that feat after having witnessed the slamming and sliding type of end to a swing on the rope.
It seemed that with the death of the big cottonwood; a lot of changes came to the Pit. Someone drowned and the Pit was closed for a number of years due to insurance issues. The beach that once was alive with shouts and laughter slowly grew over with weeds and small trees. The concrete bath house was torn down and only a non-functional light pole remains to mark it’s location.
Some years back the County took over the Pit area and began the task of turning it into a place where people would once again picnic, fish and camp. It is not the same as it was back in the day I regularly visited it…. there are some things I like better and some memories that are hard to let go.
The beach area is no longer available for swimming as there is no swimming allowed. People now come with their canoes, fishing poles, tents and campers. They come and once again this place is a place for people to spend time together.
The quiet that is this fall season, lays like a blanket over this area. The mowed path that now makes it’s way around the pit is an invitation to take a walk and listen to the leaves rustle in the wind. It is fun to observe the frogs sitting on the rotted logs at the water’s edge and to see the birds flit from tree to tree.
I have a feeling it is the same quiet that held this place way back before it’s years as a gravel pit. It is probably the same quiet that descended when the pit was closed to the public for those many years. It is a quiet that permeates this place and seeps into the soul when you stand quietly at the water’s edge.
The “new” pit is a beautiful, peaceful place. For those who did not come here in the 70’s and 80’s it is probably hard to imagine how noisy it once was. All I have to do is stand on the overgrown beach, close my eyes, and those days once again play out in my mind like scenes from an old movie.
I think I have enjoyed the best of both worlds that make up the life of this place. I have lived the vibrant, noisy memories of my youth spent on this beach and I am also getting to soak in the quiet, soul-nourishing peace that it is now. It is indeed a blessing.
All changes, even the most longed for,
have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life before we can enter another.
~Anatole France
Beautiful, peaceful place. It’s wonderful how it holds all those memories for you.
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It was so quiet out there……all you heard were leaves in the breeze and a few birds twittering in the branches. The frogs were even quiet when they slipped off the logs into the water.
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That sounds so lovely! It’s wonderful to have a place like that to go, reminds us to slow down. 🙂
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Lovely read. The photos are beautiful. It’s good to have the memories of those tines, I’m glad you still cherish them and hold them dear.
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Memories are a great gift when they are good ones. And this place definitely holds some of the good ones. I am glad you enjoyed the photos.
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Glad to hear it. You’re welcome. 😊
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This is the most wonderful piece of writing. You took me on a journey to a place I’d never been and yet I was looking at it as if I’d known it all my life.
Truly beautiful Chicken. Love you for it.
~ Cobs. x ❤
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Had you been here in the 70’s and 80’s I would have loaded you up with the rest of the friends in the old Pontiac and taken you with us! I have a feeling you would fit right in🙂.
I am glad you enjoyed the journey.
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I’d have been the ‘entertainment’. LOL.
Enjoyed it? Ohhh, inside my head, I’m still there and still having a great time.
~ Cobs. xx ❤
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What beauty lies in the passing of time and things are allowed to be as God sees fit, each season in its own time.
The same place, with a new look still bringing happiness but in a new way. It’s pretty cool to see something like that, to have felt it’s joy and now see its peace!
What a post!! Thank you for enriching my day!!
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You are so welcome. Your posts do the same for me :).
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The creativity of Christ is the common bond that flows! Thank you!
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Beautiful story, great photos. Time marches on and things change even when we do not wish them to do so. I am glad the Pit is being used by families. I have no places to go back to and remember memories. My Father was in construction, we moved often, and now I live in the East and all my memories are in the West U.S. But, I can sit in nature, close my eyes and remember – very happy memories. Loved your story.
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Memories are a wonderful thing. I am glad you can close your eyes and have yours come back to you :).
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Sometimes snippets of your life as you write about them sound like movie scenes – this is one of them. I have never experienced it, but I can picture it, clear as day! Super post.
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I am so glad you got to virtually experience this place! It is a great place to share.
I also thank you so much for the best compliment ever! I always hope that when I put those words out there that they take on life so someone feels like they have actually been along for the ride.
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I feel like that with a lot of your posts!
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Lovely memories, thank you for sharing 🙂
I can’t help feeling a bit sad that activities we loved as children are taken away because of health and safety…and this ‘sue everybody over everything’ culture. Simple childhood pleasures.
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I think that was my biggest regret over the change of use for this place. It used to be so carefree back when we were just all responsible for out own actions and didn’t blame everyone else for our choices.
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I love this post! Your writing ties the past, the present, and the future together in a beautiful package. Places change…many times for the better…yet it is difficult to accept the change. You have happy memories of “the pit” and now a far deeper view/appreciation of the water, the trees, the place. And I cannot believe that you knew your husband as a teenager! How wonderful and amazing!
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You have written my feeling exactly!
I have known my husband as long as I have been alive :). We went to the same church, we were in the same class all through grade school and high school and he hung out with my brother through the high school years and beyond. I did not start dating him till we were out of school for 3 years. At some point I think God opened our eyes to the fact that we were meant to be more than just friends!
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That is definitely something God put into place…all it takes is looking and listening and believing! I did not meet Mike until I was out of college. I was working at a newspaper…with his cousin. Mike had finished at UT Austin and moved to Fort Worth to work at a CPA firm. When I met him, he had started working at Coca-Cola. That is why I like Coca-Cola so much! It is his fault!!!!! We grew up about 30 miles apart, but went to different high schools, but went to a lot of the same places! Never met him then!!
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definitely God’s timing!
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This looks like such a beautiful place to go walking and just enjoy the outdoors, even though the cottonwood tree is gone. The changing leaves are beautiful!
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It was beautiful! Reds, yellows, greens, browns……I love fall.
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Love this read. You had me thinking of home…and longing for the simple things again. It is great to pause, remember and continue in love.
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I am so glad it made you think of home. The simple things are truly the best and a place like the pit is a wonderful place to remember. I always think it would be a great place to bring a notebook and pencil and just write down all kinds of ideas for blog posts without the distractions of radios, tvs etc.
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Maybe a visit spot for me? I like that idea. 🙂
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Quiet is becoming a rare commodity in today’s world that is definitely a blessing to cherish. Nice story, I enjoyed it. There’s something about that first photo I just love–so pretty! Thanks for sharing.
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The colors made is so beautiful. And yes peace and quiet is sometimes hard to find.
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