Saturday, September 27, 2003

Camp Coldwater Took Frank on a walk today to another hidden part of the city:  Camp Coldwater.  It is only supposed to be open from 7 to 3 on weekdays, and there is a big locked iron gate blocking the entrance on Sundays, but there are a million ways into the park and we walked unchallenged down a dirt road that led through an open gate to some machine shed and across a lawn, past a design of branches in concentric circles and to the spring.  Coldwater spring forms a pool about 50 feet across and topped off with an old stone tower.  Near the pool is a bizarre assortment of abandoned Bureau of Mines buildings, weedy parking lots and mowed lawns.  I am not joking when I say that for me, one of the most beautiful things in the world is an abandoned structure encroached upon by nature.    10:18:28 PM    comment []