Write a short descriptive piece about a time that you "went into the woods". Provide detail about what you saw and experienced. Think back to our reading of the excerpt from Thoreau's Walden. Be sure to post by Tuesday, April 19. For this post only, you do NOT have to comment on another person's post.
In the woods, the world is alive yet peaceful. It's a place to walk and think, or simply to watch nature. Through the trees you see little animals darting here and there, leaves litter the ground and once inside, all around you see trees stretching far out with a glimpse of sunlight somewhere far away. On these occasions you feel very much alone if no one is walking with you. I live with woods around my house and yard. They create a lovely view in the winter and the birds and animals which start to appear bring the summer with them. These are things I think about when I go into the woods. The last time I went into the woods I was with a friend and we were going to a fort somewhere deep in the woods. We kept walking and walking, this unknown destination looming somewhere ahead. It was spring, but there was still snow on the ground so the deep snow had to be avoided as well as the fallen trees which covered the ground which we had to climb over. In the woods after a while, all sense of direction is lost, especially if it is thick woods. The trees look the same, but up here in Hanover you know that if you walk in one direction, you are most likely going to end up finding a road or a house, or simply more woods. However, this time my friend knew which direction and once we were coming back, the trail seemed familiar and it always takes less time to go back than to find that destination.
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ReplyDeleteI used to love the woods when I was little. There was so much to explore. I remember the many varieties of noises heard when in the woods. The trees look as if they touch the sky, creating a canopy over your head. With a child's imagination and a natural playground provided, this was where I loved to be. Now, the woods act as a completely different source of peace. No longer am I being adventurous, but now I admire its beauty. The delicate light, aged trees and clean air. When I'm in the woods I feel as if I have stepped into a bubble of what our perfect planet might be. No skyscrapers, no highways, no vehicles, no garbage. Living in Vermont, I feel very fortunate that most of our state is made up of woods and fields and farms, simple-living places. I despise the city life and I love the woods. I haven't been in the woods in quite a long time, at least not to enjoy it. Sometimes while running I'll take a path through the woods, but with sticks everywhere it's not the best place to move at a fast pace. When in the woods it feels air conditioned, trees shading the ground below. I can't imagine never seeing the woods like some city kids. That would be almost as terrible as never seeing snow.
ReplyDeleteI spent a lot of time in the woods at Camp Coniston last summer. I experienced solace, for a short time. The leaves rustling provide a calm ambient soundtrack when you sit on a picnic table reading or drawing. It's always so quiet. Not sunny enough for me to get a sunburn. And I burn easily, so thats nice. But, I have a problem with the woods. I'm allergic to pollen. The woods aren't nice to my lungs. The quiet afternoon becomes loud with my sneezes and coughing. And I annoy everyone when it happens. My asthma also contributes to my loud coughs and dissruptive sneezes. Though the woods bring solace, the solace ends when the allergies begin.
ReplyDeleteThere is so much going on in the woods but it is still peaceful and calm. The woods seem simple but if you look closer everything is doing something. The air is fresh and crisp and there are always birds chirping in the background. The breeze rustles the leaves in the trees stretching up into the sky. The brook flows by.In the woods you are protected as it is easy to hide and you aren't exposed. The trees shield the rain and provide shade from the sun. The woods are my favorite place to walk my dog. There are no cars that speed by and present a danger to my excitable puppy. In the woods he can roam free and explore without being choked by a leash. As for me, it's less of a job and I can enjoy the nature around me. I would much rather be surrounded by woods, like here in New Hampshire, than be surrounded by the traffic and skyscrapers in the cities.
ReplyDeleteI personally have no desire to venture into the the belly of the woods. However I do have a great appreciton and admiration of the woods. My greatest fascination is with the trees, and how they withstand the extreme weather changes year after year. From the trees being dressed with the lash geenary of the summer, to the leaves drying out and changing colors in the fall. Then finally loosing there leaves and standing bare nake in the dead of winter. For them to endur this extrem cycle year after year and still stand tall and strong, one can't help but reflect into the woods and wish to have the same strength of the trees to withstand one's own journey in life.
ReplyDeleteI used to live in a house surrounded by miles of forest. It was in a field that had been cut from the trees long ago, but it was still I would go into the woods, picking a path, and find my way to something that I'd never seen before. It would feel quiet and strange, and I would always come across something new, like a odd-looking tree or a beaver pond. I would have fun, with just nature all around me, but I would always return home, feeling that I had gone out into something greater than myself. I have now moved to Hanover, far away from those forests, but I still remember my walks into the woods with awe.
ReplyDeleteI last truly went into the woods a long time ago. Even though I live right by the woods the mystery that came with it when I was younger has gone away. Instead of seeing it as some place where magical or fantastical things go on there, I now see it as more of a place of nature but I still retain the feeling of wonder whenever I venture in. My fondest memory of going into the woods was a couple winters ago with a friend. deep in the woods that I live by, there is a ravine with a stream flowing through it. We went in in early spring when things were beginning to thaw. We wanted to go across and were about to when one of us though that it would be better if we tested the ice on top of the stream with a stick. We tapped the ice once, and nothing happened. We tried one more time, and again nothing happened. We thought it ready and just as we were going to cross I thought it best to try the ice one more time. Just as I did, BOOM! The ice that we were going to step on broke apart and revealed the rushing brook below. I remember this so vividly because of what could have happened if I hadn't tried to test the ice again. This showed me the power of nature and I will always be wary in instances like that.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in elementary school, I loved to climb trees. There was one in particular in our yard that i couldn't stop climbing. It was very tall, with one great big limb that was fun to sit on. From it you had a great view of the rest of norwich. One day I said to myself, 'I'm going to climb all the way to the top of that tree.' So I set off climbing. Like I said, it was a very tall tree, and it took me a while to reach the top. As I was nearing the last few branches, I noticed a large clump of twigs right at the top of the tree. Curious, i climbed up a little farther and looked inside. It was then that I figured out this mysterious pile of twigs was really a birds nest, and inside were three gigantic eggs. I was amazed. I had never seen something so interesting. I was suddenly really glad I had climbed all the way to the top to see what was up there, because it was beautiful. That is my most memorable experience of "going into the woods."
ReplyDeleteMy most interesting journey "into the woods" was when we were in vacation in Maine when I was about six years old. We were staying in a small cabin in the woods that was about half a mile from the beach so I guess the whole vacation was an encounter with nature. But most memorably was a hike that I took with my family to find this secluded cove that we had heard of. The hike was aweful: it was dreary and raining that day and the trail was soppy with mud. At one point we had to cross a murky stream by walking over a falling log. When I was almost across, I stepped in the soft muck by accident and got my brand new sparkly sneakers completely covered in mud (very disappointing for a six-year-old). When we finally got to the cove, the tide was out and there was a mystic eerie fog that coated the beach. As we got farther out in the sand, we saw shadowy figures in the fog. They were local workers who were digging through the sand to find bloodworms (?) which were apparently used for deep-sea fishing. It was very odd; they ignored our presence, using their long hooks and buckets to find worms, and to me seemed like strange zombie sea-people (at the time). I later found an entirely intact shell of a horseshoe crab.
ReplyDeleteI rarely go into the woods, but the last memory I have of myself in the woods was during last summer. At sports camp, everyday, kids go into the wood to play man hunt. I remember since most of my friends and I were CITs (counselor in training) then, we were picked on a bit by the older kids and chosen to be the hunters. I recall running after little kids as hard as I could because if we did not capture everyone, there were going to be consequences we had to pay. We all sprinted through the shaded woods, skipping over the roots that acted as obstacles to make our challenge even harder. Kids screamed and ran in all directions, while others simply hid behind trees and rocks. Usually the woods is a very peaceful place, but in this particular occasion, it was the opposite. It was noisy and very hectic. I don't have a recollection of whether we captured everyone, but I do remember that it was quite whhhhild.
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ReplyDeleteThe woods are a place full of new discoveries. I don’t visit them often anymore but when I was younger I used to go there a lot. Behind every corner you can find something new. It is a place for exploration. The woods can also be peaceful and quiet. The birds and wild animals are the only thing you can hear. I think the woods are the most beautiful in the morning with the dew still covering some of the leaves and the sun just coming up. In the summer the air is still cool at that time. I like the woods. They are peaceful and apart form the modern world.
ReplyDeleteI used to go into the woods frequently, whether it was to go hiking or just playing in the backyard. During the winter, there is a huge silence and everything is muffled, except for the occasional creaking of trees. If you listen very closely, you can sometimes hear snow dropping from the trees. In the summertime, it is just the opposite. There are birds chirping in the trees,and the leaves rustle as you step over them. You can hear the bubbling of the brook. When it's sunny out, the woods are beautiful. The sun reflects off the water, and water striders skim the surface, creating ripples as they go by. A few patches of warm sunlight gets through the canopy of leaves, illuminating the trees. The woods are a great place to explore.
ReplyDeleteAs ironic as it is that I live in the Upper Valley and hate hiking at the same time, this didn't stop my parents from dragging me along about every weekend every year of my life, early spring through late fall, to "explore the neverending bounty of nature", but only after an impressive tantrum had been thrown by yours truly. Whether as a gurgling infant strapped across my mother's back as my older siblings toddled along trails like Mink Brook and Balch Hill, or as a whiny 12-year-old haggardly plodding up Moosilauke or Cardigan Mountain, I was there, rain or shine. Although my reluctancy has diminished as the number of hikes over the year has as well, I still have panic attack when my parents mention the spectacular foliage in the White Mountains.
ReplyDeleteBut now, my favorite walk is down by the Connecticut River, only a block or two away from my house. Along my path, there is a little inlet that leads out to the main river, from which you can see Ledyard Bridge. This is a popular swimming spot for myself, a handful of neighbors, and the various Dartmouth and Tuck students that populate the surrounding neighborhoods. A mislaid pair of shorts or a beer bottle or two (or three... or eight, on some weekends) are not uncommon sights in this charmingly corrupted haven, but I prefer to play aesthete and say that it only adds to the "college town" milieu.
If you continue along the path, you will notice a still pond ("stagnant", some would say), the creation of a little dip in the earth combined with runoff from the mini mountain range that surrounds it. Depending on the season, one can find this pool completely glazed over with tiny, vivid green flora that camouflage it perfectly into a seemingly innocent patch of moss, a patch that can ruin your leather sandals if one is not careful. A small stick can be used to disrupt this chartreuse pretense to reveal the murky truth underneath, and though I now know well of the basin's location, I fling a twig in anyway just to prove to it I'm not as naive as I once was, and won't fall for its tricks again.
Continuing on further, the path narrows considerably as two feet below, the tide slops against the earthen barrier that protects me from its unknown depth. Once this little stretch has been conquered, one enters a small clearing filled with plants I can only describe as Wonderland-esque. I do indeed feel like an oversized Alice as I shuffle along the even smaller strip of dirt meant for passerby, being as careful as I possibly can not to trample any of these 8-inch saplings, or whatever they are.
Having completed this challenge, leaving the plants relatively unscathed and unsquished, I reach arguably the most interesting and certainly smelliest segment of the walk. The water treatment facility is just across this tributary of the river, but its presence is introduced scent before sight. I remember the time when I first learned what a sewage treatment facility really IS. The only words I managed to force out of my suddenly enlightened being were: "So every time we go swimming in the river... we're really swimming in POOP?!" My mother tried to explain that is wasn't really poop, that's why the facility was there in the first place, but I was deaf to her euphemisms and explanations.
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ReplyDeleteBut after every stinky rainstorm, there is always an odorless rainbow. Ignoring a patch of clover here and there, a passing jogger accompanied by a canine companion, a sign preaching the danger and destruction of invasive species, I spot what I have been waiting for the whole time: the ducks. Though the number varies, during the warmer months there is always at least one or two, but the best is when you get a full set. This family unit includes a well-groomed mallard, preening as he glides, a rather harried looking mother duck, trailed by two or three energetic fuzzballs, peeping and squabbling with their siblings. These comical creatures periodically dip headfirst unceremoniously in search of food, only to plop upright a moment later.
Once I have my fill of watching this adorable portrait of waterfowl affection, I reach the end of my journey at the power plant and cheat at limbo as I propel myself under a cylindrical gate by hanging onto the metal tube and throw my weight forwards, which never ends up as cool-looking as I would like it to be, but there it is. The delightful combination of packed soil and dead leaves underneath my feet gradually turn into gravel and then into the unyielding harness of a concrete sidewalk that frames an even less forgiving, totally-the-opposite-of-gradual hill that leads back up to town. I sadly bid farewell to the dappled sunlight that filters through the leafy canopy above me, not only because I enjoy using the word "dappled", but because I have this secret fantasy of falling asleep under such a tree and getting a suntan that makes me look like a beige version of Nightcrawler from X-Men, minus the talons and the elf ears.
In short, the most striking factor of the forest for me is how you don't realize how nice it is until you has emerged from its depths and are forced to go back home. Luckily enough for most of us, we are surrounded by the forest in our own homes, and are blessed with the privilege to explore all the flora and fauna it offers, as well as the great human experiences one can have within its liberating confines.
(To Ms. Piro: Sorry for the essay. I wanted to make up for being late, and I also just like writing about stuff like this.)
I have mixed feelings about the woods, sometimes they can be great and majestic, yet at other times they can block out the sun and be complete darkness. The thing i fear about the woods is how most of it looks the same and i dont wish to get lost. I went into the woods at yosemite and they were beautiful, it was sunny and the trees were massive and there were paths. I really enjoyed seeing the nature and wildlife and i feel that that is how the woods should be
ReplyDeleteI was born in London, a place where, apart from the few parks, has no greenery except from the trees in the sidewalks and ivy on houses. I was more accustomed to the jungle of skyscrapers, populated by people whizzing around, busily charging through their days. I lived in sort of a complex of adjoined houses, Woodsford Square. Almost like a cul-de-sac but entirely separated from the road and there were more houses. Because it was separated from the busy streets, the parents would allow all the children from the various houses to play together to have block-wide water fights and other frivolities. One day however, the older kids decided to take us to the woods behind the brick wall at the back of the ring of houses. I hadn’t even known it existed. After being hoisted up, one forgot that you were in the city, but were suddenly immersed in a wooded wonderland. When we walked further, we glanced through the trees to see a rolling green hill with grass so bright you thought you were dreaming. Atop that hill sat a little white house, glinting in the sun. For somebody from New England, that's not a big deal. It's a house on a hill. But for a child living in London, it was a fairytale. I had never seen a house like this. It was entirely isolated from anyone else, almost a whole different world. Who lived in this gorgeous place and how could it exist? I have never been able to answer these questions, and still don't totally understand how this haven of nature and beauty could exist at such close proximity to the busy streets. I wouldn't be surprised if it no longer exists in favor of apartment buildings and parking lots. This was definitely the most mystical journey into the woods that I have ever taken.
ReplyDeleteI know we don’t have to comment on anybodies, but I think Catherine deserves a cyber-standing ovation for her two-post essay.
Every summer, i go to Sebago, Maine. My whole family and a lot of my extended family goes there at the same time, and we spend ten days there. It is in the woods, but we do have some luxuries like a camper and bathrooms. It is next to a lake and it is probably my favorite place in the entire world. There are trees everywhere, and I ride my bike everywhere I go. It isn't a big camping park, but I have a fantastic time every year there. The lake is crystal clear, and our friends have a boat, so we can go wake boarding and tubing. This isn't exactly venturing into the woods, but we don't use TV's and other modern-day appliances. Biking, volleyball, and whiffleball sufficiently occupy our time.
ReplyDeleteAs a side note, I do live in the middle of nowhere in Etna, and Catherine deserves props, and a cyber-standing-ovation.
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ReplyDeleteIt is not very often that I go into the woods anymore, but I used to go a lot when I was younger. A few of the memories I have are with my dog Mollie. My afternoons always seemed like adventures when I had her around. It gave me something to look forward to. Some days, I would pretend that I was a traveler, a hiker, a hunter. I would start by making maps of where I was going that specific day. But a traveler can't go without food, so I would bring a little something for me and a small bag of dog food in my camouflage backpack. Even though I would just be going through the trees behind my house, I would never want to be unprepared. So, on those special days, I would spend the afternoon walking around with my companion, tracing our steps on my incredibly detailed map, and looking for the treasure box at the end of the journey. Of course, a vast majority of what I was picturing was just my imagination, but it all started in the woods. Other memories I have are with my dog and my family when we would go walking or take hikes for a few hours. I always loved being able to explore in the woods which seemed to go on and on in every direction. I was rarely ever bored because I could always find something to do, whether it was running ahead of the group with my dog, finding animal footprints, seeing all the plants and wildlife, or adding to my collection of stones. The woods, especially around Hanover are beautiful during every season, and when I get the chance to go hike them like I did when I was younger, I'm thrilled. We may not realize it, but we're incredibly blessed to have all these trees, plants, an wildlife around us all the time.
ReplyDeleteI really don't spend a lot of time in the woods, the only time I do is in the summer. My cousins and I play wiffleball and football in the woods and it's always fun. We also have a trampoline out in the woods so we also do that. It is up at my lake house and the woods is about 40 feet directly behind our house. When I was younger I used to go out in the woods a lot in the wintertime with my friends. We used to go after snowstorms on snowdays and it was always fun. We tried to build forts but they usually never worked. Manhunt is another game my cousins and I play in the woods at summertime at night.
ReplyDeleteEvery summer I go to camp, the campgrounds are right on lake winnepesaukee's edge. The whole camp is beautiful, the pines are some of the tallest, and the sun shines through to the trodden ground. It's one of those places where you can get it away from it all and really enjoy being here and living. The wilderness can have a peculiar affect on people, probably due to its plainness, an unbiased entity that leaves only yourself and your thoughts. Many great thinkers and philosophers have gone into the woods for good reason, so that they can fully look upon themselves, and understand there own mind. But that isn't what I really go into the woods for. When I was younger, I played a bunch of manhunt in the woods with friends from camp. I wish that I could put a half-pipe in the middle of the woods somewhere, so that me and my friends could have our own little spot. Other than that I've never really had an oppurtunity to live in the wilderness on my own.
ReplyDeleteI used to go into the woods more when I was younger. I remember in elementary school we used to play capture the flag outside; it was one of my favorite activities in gym class. The best part would be investigating the dense forest for invaders from the other team. It was always full of mystery and anticipation that you would find someone. It's one of those scenes I picture in my mind when I think of my early childhood. The woods have a certain nostalgic feeling for me. It's one of those quiet, serene, earthy (obviously), clean places. It's a place to feel calm and meditative. My house happens to have woods surrounding it on all sides, and if you follow a path in our backyard you eventually get to this waterfall that hardly anyone knows about. The woods are a place of exploration, discovery, and memory.
ReplyDeleteGrowing up in the upper valley exposes you a great deal to nature and the woods itself. As a elementary kid the woods mean a lot to you. Its where you play and hang up with friends, climbing trees and exploring the mysteries the woods holds. There are an infinite amount of things you could do in the woods and as a young child this made the woods a very appealing place to be. I dont venture into the woods often anymore but as a young kid i practically lived there. People who are not exposed to the forests beauty and stature I feel deeply sorry for because it is quite a site. The woods are not such a big part of my life anymore but the days that were spent there are priceless.
ReplyDeleteI spend a lot of time in the woods going on walks with my parents or with my dogs, I mostly spend this much time in the woods because I live and have grown up in them for my entire life. I and I love living in them because besides the occasional plane flying over, there are no sounds that are not natural. I remember when I was younger and my brother hit a stick against a tree and it broke, but the peice that broke off came flying around and hit him in the eye. I had to run home get my mom and she came down and carried him home then went to the hospital a few hours later he came home and said "Look, I'm a pirate." He had a big bloody bandage around his eye. Thats my favorite story of the woods.
ReplyDeleteI have gone to the same summer camp since I was three. It is a bunch of different camps, each with a different focus in the wilderness. The last four summers I have gone to the coed camp focused on outdoor expedition. My favorite trip was a five day backpacking trip from Northern New Hampshire into Maine. It was 32 miles on the amazing Appalachain trail. The two parts I remember the best are a three peak mountain called Mt. Success. That day we were doing solo hiking, meaning we were about ten to fifteen minutes apart, spread out over these peaks. You would be standing on one and could wave down to another person on the peak below you. When you got to the top, it was incredible. We were the tallest point for hundreds of miles and the wind was so strong it could hold you and your 30-40 pound backpack. The day after we climbed Mt. Success, we did the Mahoosuc notch, which some say is the hardest mile of the Appalachain trail. This was middle of July and there was still ice in some of the deeper parts of the notch. We went from being warm to being in the warmest clothes we had. The whole trip we carried everything we needed for five days on the trail, sleeping under tarps, no electricity, electronics or anything besides the essentials and maybe a deck of cards and a book or journal. This is the closest I would get to doing what Chris did and the funnest longterm trip I have ever done.
ReplyDeleteIn Etna there is a trail that is part of the Appellation Trail. Sometimes our family hikes down to a small bridge surrounded by cattails. The trail is isolated by trees and has many logs and branches on the ground that we run and jump over. There is also a large tree that we stop and climb on. In the beginning of the trail there are lots of big roots that often cause us to trip. Where we stop, the bridge looms over a swamp like pond. This is a very good hiking path because it’s very peaceful.
ReplyDeleteI rarely ever go into woods. I have not been in the woods in a long time. All I remember from the woods in the past is playing capture the flag. I used to love going intonthe woods. I always remember back in the Ray School where we used to go behind the school the school and play capture the flag. That was mqy favorite activity we did back then. I loved just going into the trees and looking and listening to all the animals. It was my favorite thing not only because I like capturenthe flag but I just likenthe outdoors in general. I could never do anything like what Thoreau or McCandles. I am not good at living in the woods but I could spend an hour or two outside in the woods. I'm not a fan of camping out or anything like that but spending a day out in the woods is not that bad. What Chris did is a bit extreme for me.
ReplyDeleteI don't go into the woods a lot, but one time i went into the woods with my dad to chop down a Christmas tree. it smelled like pine, and looked nice too. Bumping into the trees hurt a little because of the needles that are on pine trees. it only took a little bit of time so i went back inside pretty fast. It was very cold. What Chris did is bit much for me, but i don't mind being in the woods for a few hours.
ReplyDeleteI went into the woods one morning with my dog and left shortly after with my dog. However, in the period of time that I was in the woods, four or five deer jumped across the trail.My dog chased these deer.This leads to me being dragged by my dog for about 20 ft., me pouncing on my dog bringing him to the ground, and me finally dragging him back the 20 ft. and putting him back into my house.
ReplyDeleteI haven’t gone into the woods recently, which is strange because that is what my house is mostly surrounded by. When I was younger, I used to go more often. My brother and I would sometimes wonder around and see what we could find. We would build forts or see if we could remember where the things we saw the last time were. Back then, it was fun to see new things and to feel like you were discovering a place you had never been before. Now, they don’t interest me as much, and maybe I just feel like I’ve seen as much of them as there is to see. There might be new things to discover, but for now I don’t really have a reason to go back now.
ReplyDeleteThe Last time I went into the woods was a few days ago when i took my dogs for a walk. I have two dogs that both love to run around and enjoy the new and interesting smells of the forest. Since I don't have any nearby neighbors I don't need to use a leash. The woods are a fun and always have unexpected surprises such as animals. I also sometimes bike in the woods, which is exciting because it isn't a flat ground. There are many trails behind my house which are fun.
ReplyDeleteWhen ever I go into the woods, I find it so relaxing. Everything is calm, and refreshing. So peaceful and still. Hearing the birds, the trees blowing in the wind. I love being in the woods, you lose track of time, but it doesn’t matter, there is no stress because you have nothing you have to do. My house is surrounded in the woods. If you keep going on the path you get to a rushing stream, it is so nice just to sit on a rock next to it. My experience of the woods is completely different then those three men, I go into my house at night. Camping is fun but I don’t think it would be fun living in the woods. Although, I like to go there to empty my thoughts, I usually don’t go out when it’s raining either.
ReplyDeleteWhen I used to go into the woods a lot, I would not notice the things I do know. I used to take them for granted because I been there so many times. Now however, when I go into the woods I see something completely different. I see the sky and the leaves on the ground and it all strikes me as astonishing that I see things things now. I like to go into the woods today to do things such as airsoft and to camp. But nothing like these three men. I find it ridiculous that they feel that living a normal life is not enough for them. They need to feel special, by being alone to be happy. I just dont understand that.
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Ever since I was in single-digit ages, I enjoyed spending time in the woods and wilderness. More specifically, I would spend hours doing day hikes up and down Balch Hill in Hanover. Often getting ahead of my family and/or lost, I generally managed to experience a severe adrenaline rush from blasting through the trails. It seemed like a game - or even a challenge - at times. There was always an opportunity for potential danger in my pre-pubescent mind, which just welcomed my desires to hike; hoping that there would be perilous obstacles. Those were the days... The fun, innocent days where I didn't know any better.
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