A Simpler Time
The rain was pounding down on my back as I was forced to paddle through the river. The canoe trip was the worst of the three dreadful activities I was forced to participate in. We were all tired, bored, dreadful, and hungry. The only motivation that we had to keep going was to get our next meal. Our tents were low budget, and we spent much of our time wet, hungry, tired, and wanting to leave. Each second felt slower and slower as I thought more and more about what I had gotten myself into. I was in a fight for survival at this camp, and I did not like it.
My legs pounded as my muscles rotated the pedals around and around. Cars whizzed by me at a speed that was at least 4 times as much as mine. Biking was fun for the first couple of days, but eventually biking up the hills and the pounding on the thighs took a toll on everybody, both mentally and physically. On this trip, I found myself reading We were once again hungry and tired of doing the same thing every day. We wanted to go back to camp and eat normal food and once again be part of a community. It rained on theD first and last days of the trip, which also put a damper on things. Getting to be out in civilization was a good thing for me, and we even got to watch TV one night! Overall, this trip went by pretty fast, and I was happy it did.
The beautiful mountains lined the background in the beautiful Mahoosuc Trails. Hiking on the Appalachian Trail, also known as the AT, allowed me to connect the most with nature. I was able to summit mountains and experience beautiful sights. At times, the hiking became so boring that I would resort to talking about baseball for hours at a time. We were so tired at times that we would not be able to think, and would be basically running off of muscle memory. Sleeping was the highlight of my day. The weather was nice, except for the fact that it was frigid in the mornings, and on the last day it poured. The final 2.5 miles of the hike were brutal. My clothes were wet, I was cold, I was tired, and most importantly, I wanted to go home! We were forced to take the path that was a little bit longer, given that one of our counselors said it was nice. We started to go down, and little did we know that most of us were getting into the hardest 2.5 mile hike of our lives. We had to maneuver down steep areas with big drop offs and roots to trip on. At one point, we had to use ladders in the ground to get around a rock that slid down to a dangerous area. After finally making it to the end, we had to wait in the freezing cold for our bus. There were many times we thought we heard it or saw it, but it was not until after about an hour and a half that we finally made it onto the bus.
The last day to me was like re entering a world that I had almost forgotten. The idea of always having enough food, doing what I want, and talking to who I want were all things that I was desperate for. I was so happy when I got home, that I didn't even know what to start with doing. I played lots of video games, finally got a Chipotle burrito, and most importantly got a LOT of sleep. I also got to see my friend Callan a few days later in Nantucket. It was so awesome to get to see someone that I really wanted to hang out with, and that I was not sick of after spending 3 1/2 weeks with them! Although being at home is a big relief, and I definitely do not miss that camp, a part of me misses the purity of life with no electronics, or modern day culture.