We were finishing up our hamburger foil packs, the evening …show more content…
Trying to get there was comparable to blindly feeling for a pebble in a grassy field. The sensation was akin to what my life in the world outside camp was: knowing where I wanted to be and what the end goal was, but still wandering about, having to search for a way to get there. At times, it was difficult to see the straightest way to my final goal of being a speech pathologist. We weaved around as the leaders in the front estimated the fastest way to get the top. Beneath the trees on the way up, I couldn’t tell where we going. I just watched Ty, the laconic, athletic counselor in front of me, observing which rocks and fallen tree trunks he stepped on. I often had to add in my own steps to account for my shorter legs, analogous to the way I tried to follow my professors’ examples and take their advice, while simultaneously trying to carve out my own …show more content…
This scene was different, set apart by the fact it was figuratively right in my backyard. The boulders we had climbed last summer looked like anthills from this far up. I could see for miles each way. Every direction showcased its own landscape. Patches of woodland and farmland were nestled in front of the further mountain ridges. What was perhaps the most stunning part was being able to see my small town—about 30 or 35 miles from camp—it was that clear.
The sun was beginning to creep downward in the sky, but it was still bright enough outside to enjoy the exquisite view. We experienced the rock towers up close, which had only ever appeared as enigmatic figures almost touching the sky, and even added one of our own to mark that we’d been there. Once I have climbed my personal mountain, I intend to leave my own mark on the field of speech pathology and relish in my surroundings. I’ll finally be able to help young children with disabilities and speech impairments live a more fulfilling