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Walden Pond: Thoreau's Sacred Place

Walden Pond: Thoreau’s Sacred Place
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Walden Pond
Photo/Art by Jerry & Marcy Monkman
If you come early enough on a summer morning to Walden Pond in Concord, Massachusetts, you get a sense of where Henry David Thoreau lived, and what he lived for. Light slants through the towering pines on the southeastern shore, glittering on the dark-green surface of the pond, and the soft air carries the scent of lake water and the hint of the coming day’s heat. Thoreau loved this time best (“the most memorable season of the day,” he called it) and considered his morning swim a religious exercise. On this particular morning, as on most, a distant splash marks the new disciples: a handful of long-distance swimmers getting a workout in before the masses arrive and take over the pond.

Which is why you need to come early: More than 700,000 visitors each year make the pilgrimage to Walden Pond State Reservation, most of them in summer. Many are true pilgrims; the guestbook carries entries from every state and 100 foreign countries, from seekers quoting from Walden and others realizing a quest to stand on sacred ground. But most come from the suburban towns surrounding Concord. By 9 in the morning on a sunny weekend day there’s no space left in theparking lot, and within an hour there’s no space left on the beach.

Amid the strollers and striped towels, the moms and laughing kids and screaming toddlers, the pond loses the solitude Thoreau moved here for, at least along Main Beach (derisively called “Dirty Diaper Beach” by some locals) and the smaller sandy spit of Red Cross Beach, which Thoreau called “the fireside” because it held some warmth in winter. Although the pond is deep and covers more than 60 acres, its human urine concentration is thought to be among the highest of the state’s 1,100 lakes and ponds.

BeachBut in the early morning you still get a sense of Thoreau’s pond, even when you become aware of the incessant buzzing of inbound traffic out on Route 2, even when the commuter train rattles along the far southwestern shore, as loud and startling as a jet engine. The trains rattled by in 1845, too. Thoreau heard the whistle and thought of screaming hawks and meditated on commerce and restlessness and the human condition, and used the cleared causeway when he walked to Concord village. The trees, though — pine and oak, mostly — are no longer being cut for railroad ties or to fuel the steam engines. They fill the shoreline even more fully than they did back in the day, and the surrounding woods have been protected from development.

The scene, the play of light, all the edges, are lovely and peaceful. And I know I’m a romantic to say so, but I do sense a touch of sacredness here. My friend Elliott, standing next to me in the cool early-morning shade near Main Beach, asks me, “Do you think Walden Pond made the book special, or did the book make Walden Pond special?”

I read Walden for the first time as a college freshman. I can still picture the forest-green cover of that paperback edition, can still see the pages peppered with my handwritten notes. But I couldn’t find the book when I looked for it in the barn the other day. I was curious about what my 18-year-old self made of Thoreau. In truth, I didn’t need to see the notes to know. A few years after graduating, I lived alone in a simple one-room cabin I’d built myself, with no electricity or running water, at the edge of a small New Hampshire pond.

I didn’t choose to live where or how I did because of Thoreau, but I felt compelled by the same forces he did. “Both place and time were changed,” he wrote, “and I dwelt nearer to those parts of the universe that attracted me.”

For many of us, our sense of place is personal — enriched by childhood memories, family stories. In New England, though, where so much human history is so close to the surface, where so much reflection has been recorded and passed down, our attraction to certain places goes beyond the scenic or the personal. In some places — where the writing has been transcendent — that attraction becomes mythological, perhaps universal, and connects us all. At Walden Pond, thanks to a book written a century and a half ago and a landscape that remains, in many ways, recognizable, we resonate with something deeper.

Please Note: This article was accurate at the time of publication. When planning a trip, please confirm details by directly contacting any company or establishment you intend to visit.

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