I don’t spend a lot of time out in nature. Most of my free
time is spent indoors and any trip outside for a prolonged period of time is
usually a family event. The most recent, and even then that means nearly 10
years ago, my entire immediate family rented a cabin out at a wilderness park. Even
with everything they offered, all we did was spend every day down by the lake
swimming or, just once, we went out canoeing at night. I was the only one that
had been canoeing before in my life so for once I took the initiative and
pushed for us to go. A guide at the park led us out to the middle of the lake,
and by the time we were out it was pitch dark. From out on the water, we could
look further up the mountain and see where the light in the living room of our
cabin shone through the window. Other than the outline of the mountains and the
stars, that was the only thing we could see. I can’t say that I was altogether moved,
being as young as I was, but I did feel an appropriate amount of awe at the sight.
And scared. I liked canoeing, but it was dark and the water seemed very close
all of a sudden. My younger cousin in one of the other canoes actually started
to panic a little, and soon after we were being led back to shore. It’s only
looking back on it that I see this as a time where I might have truly connected
with nature.
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