My Walden

If I could live like Thoreau did while he wrote Walden, my Walden Pond experience would be a little different. Well, first, I wouldn't visit my teacher for dinner every week, like Thoreau did (Kinda cheating, don't you think?). My home would not be valued for the structure itself, but the world around it.

My Walden would probably my somewhere on my high school's (Conserve School in Northern Wisconsin) campus.
Any by somewhere, I mean, my favorite spot.


<-----This is my favorite tree. Ever. It reminds me of a story. Well, actually, the first novel I ever tried to write (which ended up a terrible failure, by the way). I could see my character sitting right there, reading. Anyway, the first time I saw this tree, I stopped, and someone on the path behind me ran into me.
Over the course of my three years at Conserve School, I came to this tree many time to sit at the base and write.

When we left Conserve, every senior (and the Juniors in my year, because of special circumstances) received a rock to place anywhere on campus. On it was engraved our name, graduation year, and one word of our choosing. I'll let you wonder what word I chose. I never got a picture of my rock, but I do have a friend there this year who is on a mission to get a picture for me within the week. I'll probably post a picture of that too.
I'm being all nostalgic.

I'll leave you with one more picture of my tree before I go see the Manitou Concert. It's the crooked one in the middle ground of the photo, about 10 feet right of the path.