MODOC, SC—At a Corps of Engineers boat ramp, two trucks were parked next to each other, but no one was around. An empty roof rack suggested the pair were canoeing or kayaking on the lake.
I found a secluded spot with a smooth shoreline and ample sun and stripped down and bathed and washed my hair.
Such a simple act, yet it felt almost holy bathing in a lake in the wilderness.
Standing on the shore, the sun warming and drying my skin, I felt happy.
I felt free.