Luke Klegraefe
25 September 2018
Take a walk.
It rained the night before.
“Mom, is it okay that I only have running shoes?”
“You should be fine, I don’t think these trails are too steep.”
It was not “okay”. This was actually a mountain we were to climb.
Looming over us at Orris Road Parking Lot was a mammoth. It’s sheer size commanding our entire vision. The damp dirt softened itself into the traction of my blue and neon yellow track sneakers as we made our way up the path to the Welch and Dickey Mountain trail. Fresh smells of pine and dew from the rain the prior night invaded my nostrils, surprising my body. After the initial surprise, my body grew accustomed, and came to enjoy the tangible genuinity of this environment. The trail thus far was gentle to my chronically weak knees, but the fresh air and the scent of nature got my endorphins racing…
I was happy.
I didn’t particularly want to come to Waterville Valley. There was nothing particularly exciting here. But I was particularly interested in finishing up the main campaign of The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim, New Super Mario Bros. U, or anything else honestly. The drive to New Hampshire rocked my stomach like I was on a boat, my siblings were practically mosquitoes buzzing around me, and two hours was a long ways to sit in a car for me. The hike, however, made up for all of that.
Romanticism lasted all of but 45 minutes, as we came upon our first and greatest challenge. The once gentle trails morphed into some entirely foreign beast. For about 30 yards in front of us was one slick sheet of marble white rock, approaching our impending doom – a cliff – at a 45 degree angle. Trees found their ways into the sheet like hair follicles, spread sporadically across the plane.
It rained the night before. Well, it sure did rain, and it changed the entire rock face to a sheet of ice for my track-running blue and neon yellow sneakers. But, we persisted.
Approximately four slow, safe and sound strides onto the ice I lost my balance, and violently tumbled down the slope.
I am now falling to certain death.
I managed to extend my arms and, in a close call, latched myself to the base of a tree. “I’ll be right there, honey!” my mom yelled to me. How sweet of you, Shirley, but I wasn’t about to let my mom come and save me, I’m fourteen years old, gosh darnit! Not to mention the countless mountains I’ve scaled while comfortably laying in my bed playing Skyrim. I found my footing, and sidled up the slate slowly. Not trying to flex, but I didn’t need my moms help, thank you very much. Surely, I made way back to Mom. Together, we secured a laugh from that quick scare, and both of us, like snails, made our way up the face of Mt. Welch…
Confidence exuded from my pores, I quickly scaled small cliffs with ease. I found myself taking a lot of pictures to remember this climb.
As we neared the top of Mt. Welch, the sun appeared through the clouds, welcoming us with its warmth. Climbing the final small cliff to the top, I felt accomplished, as did my mom, who had been winded for some time since I found my stride. We cemented ourselves on a nearby ledge, and ate granola as we watched the sun breach the clouds like a whale coming up for air.
Sure, the hike was intense at some points, but that was just what I needed in my life – some excitement, something to get my blood racing. I had never realized how much I took nature for granted before I scaled Mt. Welch. Fresh air, the warmth of the sun, the chatter among-st the birds… not everyone can experience that day-to-day. With the constant damaging of our environment due to deforestation, air pollution, and poor recycling practices, our day of reckoning may be sooner than we anticipate. Although it is still easy to forget how beautiful and sacred nature is, I make it a point to travel when I can, and take as many pictures as I can while I’m there. Not everything can be forever, but make what you have last.
So, take a walk.
After our rest, we made way down the other side of Mt. Welch, only to be reminded that this trail summited two mountains. We apprehensively made for the bottom of Mt. Welch, and courageously scaled Mt. Dickey. Again, the same fresh smell of pine encompassed me. And, as birds chirped and chattered, critters climbed and crawled, I felt one with not only nature, but myself as well.
It doesn’t matter where, when, or for what reason. Take a walk, breathe in the air you have, enjoy being outside. You never know what adventure lurks around the corner, prepared to change your life.