A Place to Call Your own

Courtney - Lakewood, Colorado
Entered on October 2, 2008
Age Group: 18 - 30
Themes: nature, place
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I believe in spaces that keep your secrets safe, a place to go to hide from the world, a place where you can be free to be yourself. My family started the tradition of going to Moab, Utah before I was even born. As the years have gone by we found a hike that we do every year. We have never missed a year going up to Delicate arch. This quick hike has become our favorite. I now call this place my own nirvana; A place that I can call my own, to be myself, and be at peace with my surroundings.

The hot dry air surrounds my body as I walk up the step rocky hill. The walk is only one mile up the slope of the rocks to the arch. The surroundings are decollate, silent, and serene, not a place or thing in sight. It’s just me and nature, with all the crevasses and caves to climb in that only I know. Where your thoughts and your imagination can run wild. My hiking boots slip on the trickle of water that seeps over red sandstone rocks. I watch, meditatively, as the water inches towards the cliff and slowly drips off. You can hear the “splash” of each drop as it falls from the rock and lands in the pool of water below. Rounding the corner, I lift my eyes as the arch comes into view. Perched upon a 1000 ft. cliff overlooking the petrified sand dunes, it is like a queen commanding her people. The grand stone statue arches into the sky, enduring the brutal forces that Mother Nature brings upon her. Its splendor stands tall, and it graces you with its presence; and you become lost in her beauty. As the day grows on the red sandstone warms and shares its warmth with you as you sit there and take it all in. Around you, all is silent. You whisper secrets that only you know and no one else will here. The rocks bounce your secrets from rock to rock and into the crevasses and caves till it is but a faint noise in the wind. You can hear nothing but your own thoughts. The peace and serenity engulfs the land and surrounds you with the beauty of nature. A place of serene beauty that I can visit every year and call my own, my own get away from the world.