After seeing countless signs for lakes we decided to commit to a body of water. It has been two days in the 80's and none of us have showered. Just outside of memphis, we took a small road off of rt. 40 toward shelby forest. The smell of flora was refreshing as we treked 9 miles down a windy mountian. It lead us to the edge of the mississippi. With little hesitation, we dove in-bars of soap in hand.I can recall a time at bear mt st park in new york when I would pass judgement on the city folk bathing in the lake- the tables had turned.
Could you believe the soap didn't float?
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