September 2009 Issue

We gathered our swimsuits under cut-off shorts and bleach-stained t-shirts. Granola mix and peanut butter and honey sandwiches were in tote. A group of eight, twenty-somethings pushing thirty, decided on a whim to go swimming. We chose the far southwest end of Lake Pueblo State Park (the Reservoir), intending to not get apprehended by Pueblo's own Coast Guard. We disregarded "No Swimming" signs and dared each other to jump off cliffs into the green splash of summer. Diving was postponed until we could acquaint ourselves with the temperament and thirst of this man-made rain barrel.