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March 13, 2006
Walden Pond
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.
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