Rest
and Reflection
Quinn Moore
Today
as I awoke and proceeded to unzip my sleeping bag I realized with a great
triumphant sigh that today is Saturday! You know what that means, some well
needed time off. As I packed my pack I thought to myself “man this pack is 105
liters and I still can’t fit all of my stuff in here.” I grabbed my food bag
from the tree it was sitting in, and for some reason I thought of Star Wars
episode six when Chewbacca sprang the trap set for him on the forest moon of
Endor. Thankfully it wasn’t a trap, so then I proceeded to stuff my food bag
into my already cramped hiking pack, and I sat down to eat breakfast. Once I
finished my breakfast I put on my pack that weighed as much as a Volkswagen
Beetle and headed down to the meeting spot. We had the weeks LOW debriefs,
which went off smoothly, but it brought back some recurring thoughts. I started
to think about the day we all went climbing.
I
was so proud of the group and the members that conquered the climb and their
fears. Then I thought of how happy I was to climb to the top, even though it
took me over a half hour! Next I thought about our day of repelling, and how
emotionally tiring it was for some group members. Again my admiration for the
group rose to great heights. The group accomplished a lot in the past few days
and it brought great joy to me. After we had our tent mate evaluations, and
received our new tent groups each member proceeded to their new sites to settle
in. As I made my way up to Nightwatch, my new site I couldn’t help but think “man
why do I need to climb up here I never lost anything up here.” Hiking to the
site made me feel like a gladiator struggling to survive in the arena. Once I
finally made it to the top I let out a sigh of relief. After a small
congratulations to myself I turned around and I looked off into the distance,
and I realized that even though I struggled at every step, I couldn’t help but
love the beautiful view before my eyes. The view itself made my struggle worth
it. As I write in this journal, and look out at the horizon I realized that I
am lucky I am not terrified of heights!
Roses
are red
Violets
are blue
I
really miss Roxanne
And
you might too
-
Quinn
Moore
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