March 13, 2006
We set out this morning around
Walden Pond to get to the site of the original cabin and I held my breath.
The morning fog on the pond was incredible. We got to the site and saw the
rock memorial started by Bronson Alcott and the original cabin marked out
and took in the trees, the view, the sound of cars in the distance and
the passing whistle of a train.
Thoreau was so lucky to be able to
experience the changing look of the pond—during
all four seasons. And for two years! How awesome that must have been.
By the time we came back from lunch,
we got to see the pond without the fog. The sun was out completely,
shining proudly over the pond. The wind blew and I will never forget the
fragrance I took in, eyes closed and I felt the wind and took it all in.
I've experienced so much in the past
few days. Last semester in Dr. Tate's American Literature class, we talked
about the importance of stories.
I am of the belief that to have
stories, you first have to have experiences and memories. I am so glad I
took advantage of this experience—it's
hard to believe now that I almost missed the opportunity to do this.
I will never forget this trip or the
people I met. It has truly made me grow and step out of my comfort zone
and learn so much about myself, people and the world around me. I have a
newfound appreciation for life, nature and people.