colinsweeney
Sep 18, 2012
Undergraduate / Univ. of Virginia Admissions: Favorite Place to get lost - Shores of San Diego [2]
Pristine whiteness abounds as I calmly breathe the crisp, clean air. The thick cloud of flakes continues to fall, covering the few treetops jutting from the earth as if trying to get a final glimpse before commencing another wintertime burial. The tracks of others who dared to be alone are soon gone, and I am left to enjoy a seemingly untouched, unadulterated playground. The eloquent silence brings an aura of tranquility, a sensation hard to find in such an otherwise bustling and hectic world. I sit for a moment more, treat myself to a few squares of leftover Hershey's, and decide to start my descent. Free here to be the master of my fate and captain of my soul, I carve an irrational and playful line, threading through trees, bounding from boulders, floating upon the fluffy white. Time is nonexistent in this mountain paradise, and worries escape my consciousness with such ease. Escaping to the backcountry, with no designated trails, no right or wrong, and no predispositions, I can enjoy being lost. Signs signify approaching trails to the left and right, but I feel no want nor need to be found. Indeed I have wandered into the unknown, but as J.R.R. Tolkien stated, "Not all those who wander are lost." Considering the snow-covered mountains are far-removed from the sun-showered shores of San Diego, this opportunity to get lost only comes around every so often. But there in that elevated realm, that untouched playground, where bliss is abundant, there I will always be happily lost.
Pristine whiteness abounds as I calmly breathe the crisp, clean air. The thick cloud of flakes continues to fall, covering the few treetops jutting from the earth as if trying to get a final glimpse before commencing another wintertime burial. The tracks of others who dared to be alone are soon gone, and I am left to enjoy a seemingly untouched, unadulterated playground. The eloquent silence brings an aura of tranquility, a sensation hard to find in such an otherwise bustling and hectic world. I sit for a moment more, treat myself to a few squares of leftover Hershey's, and decide to start my descent. Free here to be the master of my fate and captain of my soul, I carve an irrational and playful line, threading through trees, bounding from boulders, floating upon the fluffy white. Time is nonexistent in this mountain paradise, and worries escape my consciousness with such ease. Escaping to the backcountry, with no designated trails, no right or wrong, and no predispositions, I can enjoy being lost. Signs signify approaching trails to the left and right, but I feel no want nor need to be found. Indeed I have wandered into the unknown, but as J.R.R. Tolkien stated, "Not all those who wander are lost." Considering the snow-covered mountains are far-removed from the sun-showered shores of San Diego, this opportunity to get lost only comes around every so often. But there in that elevated realm, that untouched playground, where bliss is abundant, there I will always be happily lost.
