Author's Note: This decriptive piece was done at this year's Young Author's and Artist's Conference, the 25th annual. We were asked to react to a work of art and reflect upon what it reminded us of. Please note the use of descriptive language decribing my vacation of spring 2012.
Water that is 44 degrees is not the kind one would choose to bath in, to wash one’s face with, or to dip your toes in, even on a hot summer day. That temperature brings about thoughts of crisp and cold mornings in November and December, and on into January and February in the region of the United States we call the Midwest. Perhaps this is why so many people who live in the more northern regions of the U.S. choose to migrate south for days, weeks and even months at a time. It is in this part of the country where the temperature of the air remains warm for most of the year: welcoming to our unbundled and uncovered skin exposed to the summer-like air. This warmth we feel is the opposite of what those in the north experience for the better parts of five months: the cold, wet, icy months we describe as winter. Somehow that 44 degree water seems inviting, almost tempting, when the surrounding air is near ninety degrees, even in the shade: a place where the cold and icy reminders of winter meet the warm and inviting feelings of summer. Slide Rock State Park, near Sedona, Arizona is where the swift flow of fresh snow-melt waters acts as a magnet to the curious, the adventurous, and the unknowing. Here the experience of that 44 degree water can be etched on our skin and soaked into our bones as visitors slip down the narrow waterway created by the erosion of centuries of spring and summer snow runoff from the mountains of southern Arizona.
Stepping into the water at first is breathtaking, but not the breathtaking feeling of a Miami Beach sunrise, or a San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge sunset in all of their colorful and symbolic beauty. Oak Creek’s icy-cold water literally takes your breath away, almost paralyzing you when you first step in, and yet your feet up to your ankles are the only parts of your body exposed to the water! Never mind sitting down slowly, because most would not even attempt to sit. The best way to become one with the water is to jump right in, demanding that your body adjust in an instant to the shock of the change. It is hard to keep from crying out once the water covers your legs and torso, yet most everyone who does take the plunge gives forth a moaning “ohhhhhh”, along with the facial contortions that go along with grandma squeezing your cheeks when she firsts greets you on a visit. With your hands raised high in the air, you begin your decent from the top to the bottom of the smooth-rock slide. Your journey only takes 20 or so seconds, but is seems like an eternity, mostly due to the cold water stinging your body anywhere it touches. Yet once you reach the bottom, where the rushing water slows and forms a pool, only then do you have time to react, and swim to the side of the natural pool. Grasping the rock edge, you pull yourself out of the water so that the sun and air can warm your body. But somehow and for no particular reason, you do it all over again because the ride down the slide was that great!
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