
There is a nice lake next to Hyvee that has geese and ducks in it. Zach and I always go look at it, and I've written about it before.
What I did not mention is that I know the bottom of this lake.
When I was a kid, until I was 10 years old, I lived across the highway from Hyvee on Orchard Drive. The creek that fills the lake ran behind our neighborhood and through a big tunnel under the highway. The highway was called 71 Bypass back then, not 291, like it is today. I guess people came all the way out to Lee's Summit to avoid taking 71 through downtown Kansas City.
We would go through this massive tunnel, it was squared, with a flat floor that was about eight or ten feet across. There was always a thin curtain of water on the floor, and a layer of grease slick moss grew on the floor of the tunnel. You had to walk very carefully to get through the tunnel.
Once out the other side, you skirted over a barbed wire fence, and then you were in a farmer's field with cows and a great little creek running through it. We would catch snakes and crawdads in the creek and once we followed it almost all the way to Prairie Lee Lake.
There was an old brick well in the field. I wonder if they knocked it down or filled it in when they made the field into a pond? One day a couple of kids, one older and smoking cigarettes, the other actually smaller and younger than us, sort of kidnapped my brother and I. Kidnapped is too strong of a word, it's hard to describe what really happened. They started bossing us around and we were doing what they told us to do, a little afraid that they were going to beat us up. They took us over to the brick well and told us to jump in. Instead, we turned to the creek and jumped down the embankment and took off running. I remember that the jump down the embankment was harrowing enough to give them the slip. I'm not sure what their deal was. Did they really want us to jump down the well? What would have happened if we had?
Despite this weird story, the valley mostly held happy memories. I think about the valley as it used to be every time I go look at the lake.