Nooked away, it flurries fresh powder outside my chilled window. We just now got the heated coils throughout the house to work. It seems that a newfound warmth radiates in the house. It’s our second weekend back and all I want to do is disappear into the trees with a fresh line of ski tracks. Since back to Berg, we have been bustling about our days full of meeting, classes, and lifts. The day always ends with a flurry of thoughts and meandering snow-capped dreams.
I left off writing back in December as finals were narrowing into full concentration. Classes ended abruptly and I scurried off back into the Appalachia. Christmas was grand, the typical southern, late-night Eve, Hotel Roanoke Dinner, followed by fine photos with dark overcoats. A game of chess with my Mother in aura of a flickering fireplace is printed into the image of Home. Fleeting memories of a brass new years and morning drives marked the start of the New Year and I was in a plane by 5 A.m, January 2, 2014; Flying into the setting sun. I emerged from the pressurized time capsule of my plane to be greeted by a jigsaw puzzle of ski luggage, my Brother, and new Sister.
I was in San Francisco, Palo Alto, Silicon Valley, whatever it’s called. There was this atmosphere; something in the air, where everything was productive, the sun always shone, and the strangers around you pressured you to be something greater. From the jagged coast of Big Sur to the Jurassic forests of Muir Woods, I was in a constant reverence of the land. At awe for words, the only thing that seemed to portray the nirvana, was a simple single lensed camera, my Nikon D40.
The whole trip changed me a bit. To see family tucked away in such a prosperous land of opportunity, maybe there was something in our blood. Back at Berg I spend my days preparing for classes, focused and ready to lead a campus counter-culture mutiny. With EnAct, STRIDE, and the Treehouse, the possibilities are endless. We have a lot coming up this semester, from hikes, dinners, and music; to garden days it’s a little overwhelming to be completely honest. But what is there to lose?
So basically I went home, was a smoothie-drinking fiend in bed for two weeks, disappeared into the Bear Cave where untold stories are kept between best friends, then flipped to the west coast. Skied a desolate, weeping mountain, wandered through the back alleys of San Fran and watched the falling sun in the Sunset Distract, taking photos along the way. So this all doesn’t really pertain much to the actual Treehouse but considering I haven’t been here for the past two months I figured I would update everyone on my adventures. I hope you have enjoyed, and please, check back. As I promise things are only beginning to warm up.