My Walden

For my seventh grade English class my peers and I were asked to find a quiet place outdoors and record our observations monthly in a nature journal, à la Henry David Thoreau.  There is a vast expanse of trees in my backyard, so I chose to do my writing from my porch.  Fast forward a few years to when I went out with my best friend to walk her dog.  She showed me her Walden spot, and since then I've sort of adopted it as my own reflection place.

The picture above shows the beginning of the path.  The area is actually conservation land, and there's a path that leads in and out of the trees.  Right now it's pretty dry and scrubby.  I went down this path for the first time this year; I've wanted to come earlier but didn't think I'd be able to considering all the snow and I don't think this little path constitutes as one that Always Must Be Plowed. 

This place is a ten-minute walk from where I live.  Most of the time I visit I have the whole place to myself.  On occasion I've run into dogs and their owners, but only when I'm on my way out and have had time to walk around by myself.  If I had a dog I'd definitely come here more often.