Mt. Davis

     Recently, my class took a trip to Mount Davis, the highest point in the state of Pennsylvania.  It is a less than whopping 3,213 feet above sea level.  The highest spot is on the tip of a large rock (that, yes, we climbed on), where a little plaque is fused into the tip.  Before visiting the rock, I chose to climb the extremely shady look-out tower with some fellow classmates to get a wonderful view of the endless trees (with one pine tree surpassing the height of the rest) in the morning hours, as well as to feel as though we were at the truly highest point in the area as we gazed down on the rock below.
     Hiking around the area proved to be surprisingly difficult - I wouldn't suggest bringing along Grandparents for a picnic on the rocks.  We climbed, we slid, we jumped, and we crawled through tight spaces with packs on our backs and cameras in hand.  We led ourselves to the edges of boulders too big to jump around on, so we headed back up to a flat area on them above us to have a quick snack.
     It was interesting to see that we had not been some of the first to climb on the rocks in the woods, as we came across lots of garbage, some simple graffiti, and even a lost flip flop that reminded me of Stephen Chalmers' work - especially after professor Rolinson shared the story of a man being pushed off the rocks and sent to his unfortunate death.  Needless to say, I did not have a painful accident.  I simply enjoyed the fresh air, the beauty around me, and the freedom to venture through the outdoors like a child.

Telling time

Shattered

Bent

Overgrown

Sprinkle

Revisiting romance

Between the lines

Don't step on a crack...

Séance