Sauntering and Bimbling

Reading 'Walking' by Thoreau made me think back to my youth when I would take long walks through the countryside, often down the railroad tracks and ending up near a small lake at a neighboring farm.  A young man had drowned in that lake so we were made hesitant to swim in it.  There was, yet, a certain pleasure in simply walking around it and absorbing it's stillness.  Perhaps this was true sauntering.  Bimbling at it's best.  Such times are difficult to regain.