One of the things that has always bothered me in blogging is that I tend to get sucked into my blog name. Like here, on this blog, the name is Minimalism My Way. That implies that the blog will be entirely about minimalism. And that makes sense, but it just isn’t the only thing on my mind. I have so much more that I enjoy and that I want to share. Minimalism actually provides me with the time to pursue other things. I guess that means it all ties together, but I want to let you readers know that there will be more to this blog than just straight minimalism.
For instance, I’d like to share some of my more daily adventures.
And I’d like to share more pictures. I love taking pictures. I don’t have a fancy camera or any great photography skills, but I still love taking pictures. The truth is, all I have is my iPhone. For now, that’s enough. I wouldn’t know how to use a fancy camera anyway.
I share a lot of pictures on my Instagram, and from time to time I post some to my Twitter account. But I’ve not shared any on the blog until today.
Lake DeSmet, Wyoming
Recently, my family spent an afternoon at Lake DeSmet in Wyoming. It’s about a forty-five minute drive from where I live. We decided to go there after reading some fun information about the history of the lake.
Quite a bit of the lake was still frozen over when we got there, but the day was sunny and warm and absolutely perfect for exploring.
Legend has is it that Lake DeSmet is home to some sort of lake monster similar to that of Loch Ness in Scotland. And in true lake monster form, it even has a fun name, Smetty.
According to UltimateWyoming.com, the lake was feared by Native Americans who believed it had healing powers, produced visions, and was quite possibly haunted. Added to that is the story of one of their babies being snatched right off the shore by the lake monster – supposedly 30-40 feet long and living in the caverns below the surface.
Spooky! And so much fun to check out!
The lake was much bigger than I thought it would be. It appears to be a very popular spot for summertime recreation, but I’m glad we went when it was empty. The rocky shores made for a great walk with the kids. As we looked out on the lake, we wondered where Smetty might be hiding and whether or not he was even real. I say believe in the legend until you have reason not to – it keeps life more exciting.
Quite a few times, my daughter exclaimed that she saw something moving through the water. And as my son threw rocks into the lake, he was determined to wake whatever slumbered down below.
Lake DeSmet doesn’t have sandy shores. Rather, it is surrounded by red shale rock. With the quiet of the lake, and just our feet crunching the rocks, it made for a very mysterious feel… we loved it!
We never found Smetty… but I’m sure we will go back again.