I can now say that I’ve seen water in a salt lake. It’s an unusual sight, especially as you can’t really venture onto a dry salt lake because there are a whole bunch of grasses, or reeds. Large unwelcoming vegetation. But a few weeks ago, I decided to go for a walk on a fine day that had followed several rainy days, and to my surprise, found the path flooded.
To avoid it, I followed a path someone else had mark out, which ironically went further into the lake, but was drier. So I don’t really know if I should count this as lake water. But I am totally doing that anyway.
I then had to navigate some very slippery paths. Fun fact, when wet, salt apparently turns into a very slippery clay that gets stuck on your shoes. I had a couple of near misses but didn’t land on my butt, thank goodness. I did come home with my shoes and part of my jeans rather caked in clay.
I don’t know if there’s supposed to be a point to this story. I guess sometimes a whim can take you somewhere special. Sometimes there’s a surprise just around the corner, and it becomes an adventure. An ordinary everyday kind of adventure, but an adventure nevertheless.